Chapter Thirty
DC Templar knocked on the door of Carl’s office.
‘Looks like Mitchell switched his phone off the day he moved out of Harvey Street, Inspector.’
‘Keep them on it,’ said Carl, ‘in case he comes back on line. Any luck with the bank?’
‘He pulled five thousand in cash out through their ATM in Portside in the week before he moved, but he hasn’t used the account since.’
Carl leant back in his chair. It looked like Mitchell had planned his disappearance almost from the day they’d questioned him about his whereabouts in Carrick on the day of Christine Viking’s murder.
‘How long do you think five grand will last him?’ said Carl.
‘That would depend on where he’s living,’ said Lisa. ‘If he’s not paying rent, I guess he could survive for a couple of months or more on five thousand
