Dead And Buried

Rather reluctantly, she emerged from her little office and joined everyone else in the CID room. Watching her enter, Cooper could see her already in the role of a detective inspector, shutting herself off from the troops because she had more important things to do than the same old donkey work. He wondered when her promotion would come. It was long overdue now, surely? He bet Fry herself secretly thought so. It might even be eating away at her inside, making her even more grouchy than usual.

‘Aidan Merritt was never a suspect,’ Fry explained, when she had everyone’s attention. ‘He was interviewed when officers in the original inquiry were trying to trace the Pearsons’ movements over the last couple of days before their disappearance.’

‘What was his connection?’

‘The Pearsons were at the Light House the night before their visit to Castleton. So far, that seems to be the only connection with Aidan Merritt, who was a regular there. It’s a rather tenuous link, admittedly. But the fact is that Merritt’s name was in the system from the original inquiry. An officer spoke to him when they were trying to plot the Pearsons’ movements. And once you’re in the system, the computer is likely to keep coughing your name up whenever there’s a hint of a match.’

‘I went through the statements taken from Merritt and some of the other regulars,’ said Irvine. ‘It seems there was another group of visitors in the pub that night. Two men and two women. Several witnesses mentioned seeing them talking to the Pearsons. They were thought to be staying in a holiday cottage nearby too.’

Cooper looked out of the window at the distant edges of the moor. ‘Do we know which one exactly?’

‘No.’

‘The Pearsons were definitely alone at the George, weren’t they? They didn’t meet up with this other group?’

‘It doesn’t seem so.’

‘We’ll never know what was said between them, anyway. Not unless we can trace the unknown group, and that looks like a very tall order.’

‘Yes, I agree.’

For a start, they would have to identify all the holiday cottages within walking distance of the Light House. Some of them might have been sold in the last two years and converted into permanent homes. More likely, though, the trend would be the other way round. He expected to find a greater number of holiday cottages in the area now than there were when the Pearsons visited.

‘Another rented cottage, I suppose?’ he said. ‘Not one they owned themselves.’

‘Oh, I think so. If they owned it, they would probably have visited the area regularly, wouldn’t they? Someone would have known them.’

Cooper nodded. In that case, he’d be relying on a property owner with good records, or a lucky entry in a guest book.

‘Needle in a haystack come to mind?’

‘I don’t suppose it was followed up all that well,’ said Fry. ‘Another lead that was just recorded and written off, I imagine.’

This was what Cooper had been worried about. The Pearsons had been in the Light House the night before they disappeared. That had been picked up by the original inquiry, with all those unproductive witness statements taken from the likes of Aidan Merritt and the other regulars and staff at the pub.

But he was pretty sure the couple had been there the previous evening too, the night of the YFC party. Why had no one ever mentioned that?

Well, it seemed the investigation had only examined the final two days before David and Trisha Pearson went missing, at least in any detail. The SIO might have made a decision not to expend resources needlessly on trying to trace the Pearsons’ movements earlier in the week. There was a law of diminishing returns in these things. You could spend more and more time on a particular line of enquiry, allocating more and more resources, but find that you got fewer and fewer returns on the effort. Someone had to make a decision where the cut-off point came.

Still, it was a little bit odd, if the Pearsons had also been present at the Light House the night before, that no mention was made of it anywhere in the statements. Was that actually the case? He hadn’t been through the statements himself, so he couldn’t be certain. He’d better tell someone now, before things went any further.

‘Diane,’ he said, ‘have you got a minute?’

She raised an eyebrow, but led him back into the little office she’d been allocated.

‘What is it?’

Cooper explained to her about the evening at the Light House, the Young Farmers Club, and his recognition of David Pearson.

‘A Young Farmers’ event?’ said Fry. ‘You mean prehistoric mating rituals, with extra straw?’

‘Something like that,’ said Cooper, feeling a flush rising.

‘And I suppose a vast amount of alcohol was consumed?’

‘I’m afraid so.’

Fry studied him for a moment, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. Cooper rarely saw her break into a smile, and he didn’t care for this one. He knew he was the object of her amusement, and he found it infuriating.

‘From experience, I’m guessing that you weren’t entirely sober either, DS Cooper,’ she said.

‘It was a Christmas party.’