‘No luck on that yet, but we’re going to go back to the bereavement group to see if we can find any other members who might talk to us.’

Tom started pacing again and Becky fell silent.

‘Was there anyone she was close to in the group – someone she might have turned to for help?’ he asked, turning to face her.

Becky shook her head. ‘Not really. The group leader said that on a couple of occasions she saw her heading towards the tram stop with one of the other members. But she didn’t get the feeling they were going anywhere in particular, just home.’

‘Did she know who the person was?’

‘No. Like Jasmine, the woman doesn’t go any more.’

‘So Jasmine disappeared and nobody reported her missing.’

‘That’s right. Not a soul.’

Tom pulled back his chair and sat down. ‘How awful that someone so young wasn’t missed by anyone. Do you remember I had a visit from one of Jack’s old friends the other day? His sister Hannah is missing too. Nobody reported that either, until Nathan showed up to surprise her.’

‘Do you think her disappearance is related?’

‘I doubt it. So many people go missing it would be absurd to assume there’s any connection without more evidence. I just hope for Nathan’s sake that she turns up.’

Becky sensed that the meeting was over and was about to stand up and leave when Tom spoke again.

‘Do you remember the woman who was found on the golf course? Now we’ve identified Jasmine we might be able to find some connections – anywhere their paths may have crossed, people they knew in common. Do you know the case I mean?’

Becky nodded. ‘I do, yes. We couldn’t make any links other than the hypoxia because we didn’t have any background for Jasmine. I’ll dig out the file. I can’t remember her name, but I’ll look it up.’ She pushed herself out of the chair and headed for the door. ‘I’m on it.’

‘Hang on a minute, Becky. I think her name was Williams. That might speed up the search. And her first name was…’ Tom looked up at the ceiling as if for inspiration. ‘Julia, or maybe Judith? Something like that, anyway.’

CHAPTER 34

34

For a moment, as I struggle my way out of a deep sleep, I wonder where I am. I remember nothing, but as my eyes flutter open and I see the stark, bare walls of the room in which I am lying, I am assaulted by flashes of memory, none of which make sense.

I have no time to think though, because someone is sitting on the end of the bed, someone I’ve never seen before.