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Getting out, he went to Anne’s front door again and pressed the bell. Silence. He rapped on the door. More silence. It seemed no one was in. So that must have been Anne leaving in the van, which was odd. She’d arrived home in her car and gone straight out again in a van with tinted windows. He ran to his car, quickly turned it around, and then sped down the lane after her.
He thought he’d seen the van’s indicator flash right before it had disappeared and so he turned right, heading towards Melton. There was no van in sight. He continued along the main road that ran through the village, looking left and right, down the side roads, but there was no van.
At the end of the village he turned the car around and retraced his route until he came to Dells Lane where he turned in. He continued to Anne’s house and tried the door again, but no one answered. Annoyed with himself that he hadn’t spoken to Anne when he’d had the chance, he went next door to Number 43 and rang their bell. A man in his fifties dressed in overalls answered.
‘Sorry to trouble you,’ Ian said. ‘I was hoping to see your neighbour, Anne Long, but she’s out. Do you know when she might return?’
‘At this time in the evening she’s either working or walking her dogs,’ he replied.
‘Oh, I see. Her car is still outside.’
‘In that case she’s walking the dogs. She takes them in the van. We keep well away. Nasty brutes by all accounts. She can only walk them at night when there’s no one else around.’
‘Thank you,’ Ian said. ‘Do you know what time she’s likely to return?’
‘It varies. Recently it’s been very late. I heard her garage door at nearly midnight yesterday.’
‘I’ll come earlier tomorrow then. Thanks for your help.’
FIFTY-THREE
If Chris thought it was going to be that easy to get rid of the video she’d taken then he was very much mistaken, Jan decided. There was no other reason for him to have deleted it from her phone than to stop her from showing others, and especially the police. She couldn’t imagine why he didn’t want anyone to know, and also why he’d lied about Bill Smith being in Wood Lane, but it was very worrying.
The more Jan thought about what DC Matt Davis had told her, the more worried she was. She was sure Chris had made up finding Bill in Wood Lane after he’d left her. Otherwise he would have texted or phoned her to say he’d been found. The police had taken Chris at his word, but perhaps Bill had been home all the time, and Chris had simply checked on him as he’d told her he was going to.