16 Earlier that morning, 10.45am.
PC Jason Day stopped the car and put the handbrake on. This was the second Amy Walker they’d been asked to attend, having been less than a minute’s drive away from the first when the call came in.
It seemed like a nice area, and it wasn’t somewhere Jason had been called to before. It was a pretty lane, with houses dotted either side of it every now and again, none of them close enough to be visible to the neighbours, but not quite giving it a completely rural feel.
His colleague, Pete Briers, gave his usual grunt as he pulled himself out of the car and onto the pavement.
‘Here you are, Jase,’ he said, gesturing at the driveway of the address they’d been given. Sitting on the tarmac, seemingly untouched, was a blue Ford Fiesta.
‘Could be it,’ Jason sai
