Darkness Falls (Kate Marshall, #3)(13)

“Are you still in contact with Famke?” asked Tristan.

Fred frowned. “Of course not. No.”

“Do you know where she is?”

“The last I heard, years ago, is that she went back to the Netherlands,” said Fred.

“What did Bev say about your affair?”

“What do you bloody think she said? She was angry at me for a long time, but we found peace . . .” There was a long pause. “We send each other Christmas cards.”

“My bank sends me a Christmas card every year,” said Kate.

“Okay. Yes. We’re no longer close,” said Fred. “But you would expect that. Joanna was the glue that held us together.”

He took a sip of his coffee.

“On the day Joanna went missing, you were here all day. Your neighbor saw you gardening, and in between that you were . . .” Kate hesitated. “Here in the house, with Famke?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t leave the house until just before eight?”

“Yes. When Joanna didn’t come home from work, I tried her mobile, but it was switched off. I phoned Bev around seven, but she didn’t know where Joanna was. Bev phoned Joanna’s friend Marnie; she didn’t know either. Joanna didn’t have a lot of friends, and she didn’t socialize with people from work. She’d been planning to come straight home, so we were concerned . . . Our first thought was that she’d had a car accident. Bev rang the police, but they weren’t much help and told her to ring back after twenty-four hours. Bev asked if I could pick her up, so I drove over to her flat. She wanted to check the two local hospitals, but we went to the Deansgate multistory car park first.”

“Why?” asked Kate.

“That’s where Joanna parked. It was due to be demolished, and not many people were parking there because it attracted a lot of dodgy types, drug addicts. We’d told her to park up by the Corn Exchange, which was more expensive and further away from her office, but she stubbornly refused and carried on parking at Deansgate. When we arrived at the car park, I drove up the levels to check, and that’s when we found Joanna’s car. Her mobile phone was underneath it and switched off, and that’s when things turned very dark, and the police opened a missing persons case.”

“Did Joanna have any enemies?” asked Kate.

“No. She didn’t have a lot of friends, and kept herself to herself, but no one who she hated, or hated her in return,” said Fred.

“Six months before she went missing, Joanna had written an exposé about a local MP, Noah Huntley. Her investigative article triggered a by-election, and he lost his seat,” said Kate.

Fred smiled. “That made me proud. It’s always nice to see a Tory get a good kicking any day of the week, but to know Joanna caught that bastard and held him accountable . . . That was the point where she should have made the leap and gone to work at one of the national tabloids . . .”

“Why didn’t she?” asked Tristan.

Fred paused and rubbed at his face. He slumped back and sat up again.

“This is all a bit much, raking over it again. It was because of me,” he said. He looked down and bit his lip. Kate glanced over at Tristan, and for a moment she thought Fred was going to cry. He let out a deep breath. “I wasn’t in a good place. I was unemployed and feeling disorientated. Joanna wanted to make the move to London, rent out this house, and try applying for one of the tabloids. She’d had interest from one of the national papers. I refused and said I didn’t want to go, which is something I regret, deeply. If we’d gone, she’d probably still be alive.”

Kate took a folder from her bag.

“We asked you about Joanna having enemies. Could Noah Huntley have been classed as an enemy? Joanna’s article ended his career in politics,” she said.

“That happened months before she went missing,” said Fred.

“We’ve been given access to the original police case files. Did you know that Noah Huntley attended a voluntary police interview when Joanna went missing?” asked Kate.

“No. I didn’t know that. When did they arrest him?” asked Fred. His surprise at this information seemed genuine.

“They didn’t arrest him. He wasn’t a suspect. And they spoke to him nine months after Joanna went missing: June fourteenth, 2003,” said Kate. “The police requested to speak to him after some CCTV images surfaced of Joanna and him meeting two weeks before she vanished.”

Fred sat back, surprised. “She’d talked about writing a follow-up story about Noah Huntley, but she never mentioned that she met him.”

“What kind of follow-up story?” asked Kate.

“When she was doing the investigation into the council contracts, she’d also heard some rumors that he liked to meet men, after dark, pick them up in his car.”

“Why didn’t she write about this in her original article?”

“She didn’t have enough evidence. Her editor didn’t want it to distract from the fraud story.”

“Did she discuss her work with you?” asked Tristan.

“She would talk about stuff after the event, but if it was a story she was working on and involved sensitive stuff, she wouldn’t talk about it . . . Hang on, what kind of CCTV video surfaced of them meeting?”