NATHAN GLANCED BRIEFLY at the screen of his mobile before answering the incoming call. “Justin, how’d it go with Mr Willis?”
“It’s a dead end,” Mason said.
“A dead end?” Nathan hadn’t expected much after discovering who the suspect vehicle was registered to, but he had hoped there would be some information to be gained from his subordinate talking to Harold Willis.
“Yeah. Willis was at home yesterday lunchtime with his wife, his neighbour, and his neighbour’s wife to confirm it. His car wasn’t stolen, and he didn’t lend it to anyone; in fact, the car hasn’t been used in the last two months,” Mason said. “It needs work, apparently there’s something wrong with the engine and it needs a new part, which he can’t afford right now because he’s retired.”
“Are you sure about that?” Nathan aske
