“Was it your frustration with the police which prompted you to approach a detective agency, Mrs Graham?” he asked softly.
“Sometimes one feels one must do something,” was her reply. “There is only so much sitting about and waiting for news one can manage. I have done my share of lying awake wondering, worrying, and speculating. If one acts, one feels one is doing something proactive. That brings its own support, especially when there is no comfort elsewhere.”
“I can understand that,” said Rathe.
Cook cleared his throat, as though to remind them that he was present in the room. “I appreciate this may be difficult, Mrs Graham, but could you tell me what happened on the day Lyndsey disappeared? As briefly as you like.”
She rolled her eyes as though the request was a party trick she was ti
