‘Louise, Laura has gone missing.’

‘Laura? Your Laura? What do you mean?’

Tom gave her the highlights.

‘I’m trying to get hold of Sean,’ he said. ‘I need his help and he’d want to know. He’s not answering his phone so I guess he’s tied up with June. Could you do me a huge favour?’

‘I’ll go straight over and send him in. Keep me posted, Tom.’

‘I will. Thanks, pet.’

He hung up and stared at the names again.

‘That’s interesting,’ Ray said, noticing something. ‘Here, get Willie on the phone, will you?’

Tom dialled and put Willie on loudspeaker when he answered.

‘Willie, Laura’s gone missing. Ray’s here with me, he wants to check something with you.’

‘Jesus. Sure. Shoot.’

‘Willie, I know the Holland house has some mad name and is just outside Luttrell village, but what is their actual address? It’s something Row, isn’t it?’

‘Trilby Row. Riverdale is the name of the house.’

‘That’s it. Thanks.’

‘I’ll be right up,’ Willie replied. ‘I’m just parking.’

‘Look at this,’ Ray said. ‘Fergus Holland is named as a delivery driver and his address is actually a house in Luttrell Village. He doesn’t live with his folks.’

Tom was staring at the screen. Something had jumped out at him, too.

‘He has somewhere to take the women,’ Ray said, his eyes wide. ‘Maybe that’s what Laura saw.’

‘Go and check it out,’ the inspector answered. ‘I’ll wait for Willie.’

‘Why – what are you going to do?’

‘I’m just going to make a couple of calls and I’ll be right behind you. Take Bridget.’

Ray didn’t hang around to ask any more.

Tom picked up the phone and dialled a number, still looking at the computer.

‘Sergeant Doyle.’ The man answered abruptly.

‘Sergeant. It’s Detective Inspector Tom Reynolds here in Dublin. I’m wondering if you can give me some more assistance?’

‘Inspector. Good to talk to you again. I hope the information on Sergeant Healy was of help. What can I do for you now?’

‘Did one of my detectives ring you yesterday? You’ve already met her – Laura Brennan?’

‘No, I can’t say she did. I’ve no missed calls. Unless she rang the station and didn’t leave a message.’

‘I see. I’d asked her to follow up with you on Cormac Ryan. Have you had any joy tracing him?’

‘Actually, we haven’t. Backwards or forwards.’

‘You’ve lost me,’ Tom said, confused.