Lost in the Lake by A.J. Waines

Author:A.J. Waines
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2017-09-06T16:00:00+00:00

We troop off to the police station after that to give statements. I tell them that the stolen watch is linked to the crash in the Lake District, but they only seem interested in what happened today.

Later that evening, I check the phone footage I took, but there’s no clear shot of the man-in-black’s face. As I eat leftover spaghetti, I run ‘Teddy Spense’ through various social networking sites. I try different spellings, but can’t find anyone who fits his description under Teddy, Ted, Ned, Edward, Eddie or Ed in the UK.

I tap on the door to Dawn’s flat, upstairs. I want to thank her for today. We go into her kitchen, but she doesn’t offer me a drink or even invite me to sit down. I stand awkwardly holding the back of a wooden chair.

‘What about CCTV of him when he was in the foyer, today?’ I ask. ‘Can I come in tomorrow to take a look at it?

‘You can if you want, but there’s no point, the police said it was too fuzzy for a decent identification. I did a photofit for them, but it could be anyone,’ she picks up her keys from a dish. ‘They don’t hold out much hope of finding him.’

‘Bugger…’ I say. ‘I didn’t get a good look at his face.’

‘We should have made him take his hat off.’ Dawn looks sympathetic but she’s edging me towards the door. She must be about to go out.

‘Yeah,’ I say, ‘To be honest, it did look a bit familiar…it’s really annoying.’ I drag my fingers through my hair. ‘I can’t think who, though…’

‘He looks a bit like that actor on Coronation Street,’ she says.

‘Oh, yeah…the one with the funny eyebrows...?’

Is that who I’m thinking of?

She checks her watch. ‘And Teddy Spense probably isn’t his real name,’ she says, her hand on the doorknob. ‘His address didn’t check out.’

‘Ah. Oh, well. You did a great job, by the way. Do you fancy going out for a drink later?’

Her face drops. ‘Sorry, my dad’s sick, in hospital, I’ve got to go over and see him.’

‘Oh, I hope he’s okay. Another time, maybe?’

‘Yeah, maybe.’ She presses the door shut behind me and I go back to my flat.

Later, before I go to bed, I shut the kitchen window and spot Dawn hurrying in through the front gate. She’s wearing a short skirt and stilettos, not exactly hospital visiting clothes. Ah. I get it. She lied; she didn’t want me cramping her style on her night out.

Well, see if I care – I’ve got bigger fish to fry.

As I lie in bed, I think of Sam. She doesn’t know she had a visitor late this afternoon. Once I’d finished with the police I didn’t feel like going straight home, so I went over to Clapham again.

I knew she’d still be at work, so once I’d made sure there was no one else around on the landing, I let myself in. If she won’t tell me anything about herself, I’m going to have to get to know her in a different way.

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