Hardaker still looked confused. ‘But assuming Susan Smith – or whatever her name is now – wrote out this scrap of paper and intended it for Dryden, why give him her former address?’
‘She must’ve been storing something there for Dryden to retrieve,’ and then he described his recent visit to 11 Dufton Approach and the bare patch of flooring Capstick had discovered in the loft.
‘I don’t recall you informing me or Gilligan of this.’
‘Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. It was only yesterday.’
Hardaker tugged at his beard and raised his voice a couple of decibels. ‘You’re neglecting my instructions, Carl. I require regular updates on any development to do with this incident, no matter how loosely connected it may appear. Do I make myself clear?’
‘Yes Sergeant Major,’ whispered Sant under his brea
