Chapter 2
A little after seven thirty on Wednesday morning, Todd Draper pulled up outside Draper Motors in Elm Street, Hampstead Gardens, in the brightly marked RAA van he’d used overnight. He was surprised the gate was still locked, since in all the years he’d worked for his father, Ken Draper had never been late for work. Todd wondered where he was, and why he hadn’t heard from him if he was going to be late.
Todd fished his mobile phone out from under the papers in the console next to his seat and punched in his father’s number. The call went through to voicemail. He tried Sam’s number. She didn’t answer either. He knew something wasn’t quite right. His father was always up before six, and Sam was usually up before he left for work.
Todd climbed out of the van and unlocked the gate,
