Chapters (62)
- Title
- Copyright
- Contents
- About the Author
- About the Book
- Dedication
- Your Worst Nightmare
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- The Answer to All Your Prayers
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- Somebody Else’s Child
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- Sunlight on Water
- July
- September
- Acknowledgements
When she enters the interview room, Naylor has to resist punching the air. She chooses the chair by the wall, and Dallabrida sits alongside her, taking his time to make himself comfortable, opening his notebook and finding a pen, all giving Naylor a few moments to study the man sitting opposite.
If he stood up he’d be tall, and he’s powerfully built, stretching the seams on his leather jacket. His head is shaved smooth, and his look should be threatening, but he’s relaxed and smiling at Naylor as if this situation amuses him. His right hand is on the table in front of him, and a snake tattoo is winding round his wrist.
Naylor returns his smile.
‘Thanks for coming in, Mr . . .’ She glances across at Dallabrida’s notes, where the name is underlined. ‘. . . Bryant.’
‘That’s me, Lee Bryant. I gave my address and all that at the front desk. I’ve heard you’ve been looking for me so I thought I’d better come and make myself known, straighten things out. Seems like I’ve become a national celebrity in my absence.’
‘I wouldn’t say a celebrity,’ says Naylor. ‘Do you know why we want to talk to you?’
‘It’s about that boy who went missing, isn’t it? What do they call him, Ewan?’
‘Evan.’
‘Evan, that’s it. I was very sorry to hear about that. Is there any news?’
Naylor sidesteps the question.
‘We’ve been looking for you for some days now, Mr Bryant. Can you explain why you haven’t come forward before?’
‘Dead simple, I haven’t been here. I drive a truck, long distance, Europe mostly, Spain, Germany, places like that. I go all over. This past week I’ve been to Poland.’
‘Poland?’ asks Dallabrida. ‘What did you take to Poland?’
‘A delivery for Tesco,’ says Bryant. ‘Tesco’s huge in Poland. Not many people know that.’
‘Don’t you have a partner?’ asks Naylor. ‘No phone calls home, no one to tell you we wanted to speak to you?’
‘Not really, no,’ says Bryant. ‘When I go to interesting places, my missus goes with me. Our kids have all left home, so there’s no reason for her to sit at home twiddling her thumbs. We go everywhere together, her and me.’
‘You understand you were one of the last people to see Evan before he went missing?’ asks Naylor.