A man was looking at her through the bay window. She knocked loudly and wondered who he was and why he hadn’t called the police. “Don’t say it’s another murder.” But as he opened the door, she finally understood and realised who it was that needed her help.
“Have you found her?” he asked. “My wife, Lucy, has gone missing. She went to work on Friday and hasn’t come home. No one will tell me anything.”
Hayley walked in and shut the door behind her.
“Please help,” said the lady’s voice again. Hayley whispered she would and blinked away the tears in her eyes as she followed him into the house. “Help my Matthew.”
The elderly man, in an old green cardigan, shuffled slowly in his worn slippers to a wing-backed chair. Hayley didn’t think she had ever seen anyone so thin. There was no fat on hi
