Hardy crashed down on his sofa, exhausted. It had been a very long, hard day, with very little to show for it at the end.
The search of the area between Natasha Spencer’s house and the edge of town where she and Ben Green were apparently heading to had not produced a single clue as to their whereabouts.
They knew from the report that they had received back from their telecommunications branch that the couple’s mobiles had last received a signal close to Natasha’s home, so that in itself was of no significant use.
Naturally, there were no eyewitnesses to anything untoward taking place, or at least, the house-to-house investigation had not unearthed anything. Not that that was unusual. It never ceased to amaze Hardy how suddenly everyone became deaf and blind whenever the police needed he
