Chapter Eight
Carl was reading Nigel’s report on his interview with the CEO of East Park Council when his mobile phone rang.
‘Sgt Snow, from Ashcroft, Inspector.’
‘How’d you get on?’ said Carl.
‘I’ve got a list of the people that attended Melanie Richmond’s funeral, Inspector, and I’ve had a chat with the paper’s photographer. She took a few more photos than the one that’s in the paper.’
‘Anything interesting?’
‘Your man was definitely there, Inspector. Seemed pretty chummy with Gary Richmond, according to the photographer.’
‘Isn’t that the farmer whose son found his car?’
‘That’s him,’ said Sgt Snow.
‘Any sightings of a hitch-hiker?’
‘No, but Gary Richmond has a twenty-three-year-old son, Greg, at university in the city. He was home for the weekend, apparently. Was seen at churc
