Just joking, said Fry. But she saw that Dearden wasnt amused.
Theres an awful lot of money tied up in what were developing here, he said. Unbelievable amounts of money. Theres no way of calculating how much.
Im sorry, sir.
You dont appreciate what were developing here. Its really ground-breaking stuff. If we roll some of these programs out for all platforms
Theres no need to explain, said Fry. That wasnt what we came about.
But Dearden wanted to explain. Or at least, he wanted to talk about a subject that had nothing to do with a visit by the police.
Weve actually used top consultant psychologists in the development of this concept, said Dearden. Thats how serious we are about it.
Mmm.
Dearden had led them down the corridor and into a small conference room, where there was a long table, a flipchart on a stand, and a projection screen against the end wall. It looked like a million other meeting rooms that Fry had been in for briefings and training sessions. She looked around for an overhead projector to go with the screen. But of course presentations here would be done in PowerPoint from someones laptop.
To her surprise, Alex Dearden sat at the head of the table as if he were about to chair a meeting. Fry had expected to be facing him across the table. This way suited her, though. It meant she and Murfin could be on either side of him. Dearden couldnt concentrate on both of them at once.
Its about Emma Renshaw, said Fry, taking a chair.
Emma? But thats a long time ago, said Dearden. It was all dealt with a long time ago.
It wasnt exactly dealt with, sir. Emma has never been found.
Of course, I know that. And its been very distressing for all of us who knew her.
Yes, sir.
But, I mean, I told the police everything I knew at the time, which wasnt very much. It was all gone through over and over, though it didnt do any good. Tragic though it is for her family, I think there comes a point when we have to put these things behind us and move on, dont you?
Fry stared at him. She had to remind herself how old Alex Dearden was. Twenty-two, according to his file. But he sounded like someone thirty years older. He sounded like a respectable middle-aged citizen irritated at being pestered over something that had happened long ago in his past, when he had been a different person entirely.
You knew Emma from a very young age, I believe, said Fry.
For ever. We lived in the same village. In Withens. Do you know it at all?
I havent been there yet.
Well, when you see it, youll understand. Theres nothing to the place. Children of around the same age couldnt help but know each other. We went to the same junior school, in Tintwistle. And later on, to the same secondary school, too. But our parents were on friendly terms anyway, so we were thrown together a lot.
And after school, you even ended up going to the same university.
No, said Dearden. You have that wrong. I went to Birmingham University. Emma was at UCE, where she attended the art school. Thats the University of Central England. Its a former polytechnic.
Right. Fry looked at Alex Dearden and saw the little superior smile. He thought he had the better of her now, and was feeling more relaxed.
But our universities were close enough that we thought it might be a good idea to pitch in together and rent a house, he said. It beats being thrown in with a load of strangers. You dont know who youre going to have to live with for three or four years when you do that. Its madness. At least I knew Emma wouldnt be too much trouble. And our parents thought it was a good idea, too. They put the money up front for the deposit, of course.
Of course, said Fry. She had never been to university herself, and had never had any parents either willing or able to put the money up to rent a house for her. But she nodded and smiled to encourage him.
And your other housemates one was Neil Granger.
Ah, well, hes a bit of an odd character, is Neil.
Odd?
Well, dont get me wrong. Hes OK really. But he didnt mix with us so much back in Withens, you know, because he was one of the Oxleys.
Im sorry? Could you explain?
Dearden shifted on his seat and his smile faded. He glanced at Gavin Murfin, unnerved by the silent one, as they always were.
Youll have to find out about the Oxleys, said Dearden. Theyre a bit of a rough lot, always in trouble. We never normally had anything to do with them. Actually, I thought you would know of them already theyve all got criminal records, of course.
He looked at Murfin again, who stared back at him blankly, in the way that only Murfin could. Holding his gaze, Murfin began to work his jaws a bit, as if he were chewing gum. But Fry knew that he hated gum. He said it was like going out with a prick-teaser it promised to be food, but never was.
She looked down at the notes shed brought. I think I have heard the name Oxley, now you mention it, she said.
Dearden looked relieved. He was on safe ground again, talking to people who were on the same wavelength. He was uncomfortable about his attitude to the Oxleys, and he didnt like having to justify himself. Fry filed away that piece of information for future reference.
Neil Granger is some kind of cousin of the Oxleys, said Dearden. Theres Neil and his brother Philip, and they were brought up with the Oxleys. But hes a decent enough bloke, Neil. When youre talking to him, you can forget hes an Oxley.
He was at the same school with you and Emma? In the same class?
Yes.
And which university did he go to? Birmingham or Central England? She shuffled her papers. Im afraid I dont seem to have that information, either.
Fry looked at Alex Dearden with a hopeful expression, and was pleased to see the complacent smile was back.
Neither, he said. Neil wasnt at uni.
But he shared this house with you in, where was it, Bearwood? Why did he go all that way to share a house? I dont understand.
It was a bit of a coincidence, really. At first, when we went down there, it was just the three of us me, Emma and her friend Debbie, who was on the same course. The two girls were big pals, you know, and they went everywhere together. But there was a fourth bedroom in the house, and after a while we started to think wed have to try to find someone else to share. To be honest, the rent was a bit of a struggle for the three of us. You dont appreciate what expenses youre going to have, you know books and all that. Emma and Debbie had a lot of equipment to buy for their course work.
And there would be socializing, I suppose? said Fry.
Dearden looked at her suspiciously. Why do you suppose that?
Well student life. Theres a lot of socializing, isnt there? Or so Im told.
A bit. But if you have any sense, you dont go mad. Not if you want to get through your course with good grades, which we all did.
I see. But life was proving a bit expensive, all the same?
Yes. Things we hadnt budgeted for Council Tax, electricity, the phone bill. You know.
Yes, I do know.
Yes, I do know.
Anyway, it was around then that Neil got in touch. He said he had a job to go to in Birmingham. It was a two-year contract on a development project on the inner ring road, as I remember. Neil wanted to know if wed let him rent the other room in the house. Our parents werent too happy, but we talked about it between us, and we decided to go for it.
Because he was somebody you knew, rather than a stranger?
Dearden hesitated. Well, the thing that really swung it was the salary he was earning. He was getting good money on this contract, and the rest of us were just students living on loans. So we thought hed be useful.
Fry wanted to do something to remove that smile now, but she needed to keep Alex Dearden on her side. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Murfin chewing more quickly, as if he had found something with an unpleasant taste in his mouth that he wanted to spit out.
Mr Dearden, said Fry, did it ever occur to you that Neil Granger might have a particular reason for wanting to rent the room in your house?
It was just convenience, I think. It can be quite hard to find reasonable rented accommodation, especially in a city with so many students.
No, what I meant was do you think he might have had an additional reason? A personal reason.
Dearden still looked puzzled.
An interest in Emma Renshaw, perhaps?
He raised his eyebrows then. Good heavens. Neil? No, I think youre wrong.
He didnt quite say again, but he might as well have done.
Thank you, sir. In that case, can you tell me about any boyfriends that Emma had during the time she was in the West Midlands? Im sure she must have had some, despite what you said about the lack of socializing.
Dearden shook his head. There were a few boys Emma and Debbie talked about sometimes. I didnt take any notice, really. When the two girls went out, they always seemed to go together. So Im afraid I dont know if there were any particular boys involved in their lives. Well, all right, I expect there were. But Im sure Neil wasnt one of them, Sergeant.
Did Neil have his own friends while he was working in Birmingham?
Yes, I expect so. Some of his workmates from the development project, I imagine.
You dont seem too sure.
I didnt ask him. I was busy. I was working hard for my degree. It wasnt my concern where Neil Granger went in the evenings.
Or Emma either?
Well, no.
Despite the fact that shed been a friend of yours since you were very young?
I dont see what that has to do with it.
I just thought you might have shown a bit more interest in what she was doing. A bit more concern for who she might have been getting involved with.
Emma was OK, said Dearden confidently. She was sensible enough.
OK? A large city can be a dangerous place for a young woman away from home for the first time. There are all kinds of people she might have come into contact with.
In Bearwood? The place was just boring, if you ask me. Not dangerous at all.
But Mr Dearden, said Fry, your friend Emma Renshaw never came home from Bearwood.
Dearden stopped smiling and started to fidget in his chair. I went through all this before, two years ago, he said. I had the police on to me, and I had her parents after me about it constantly. I dont know why Emma didnt come home. I dont know where she went.
Are Emmas parents still in touch with you?
He laughed. Every bloody week. One day, Im going to take out an injunction against them for harassment. I mean it. I know theyre upset about Emma disappearing, and all that. But if you ask me, its turned their minds completely. Theyre absolutely unreasonable.
In what way, sir?
Well, Mrs Renshaw phones me every single week to ask if Ive seen Emma. And every time I talk to her, its as if she cant remember having phoned me last week with the same question. And the week before, and the week before that. Every call she makes, its as if she thinks shes asking me for the first time.
Dearden leaned forward towards Fry. She could almost make out the designer logo on his T-shirt, but not quite.
And I know shes going to keep phoning and phoning me, he said, until I give her the answer she wants, which I cant do. There isnt even any point in changing my number at home, because she would only start phoning me here. And that would be a nightmare.
It must be very difficult for her, said Fry.
What about me? Its difficult for me, too. Isnt there anything you could do about it? Couldnt you have a word with her? Its getting to be a real nuisance.
OK, Ill mention it, sir.
Dearden sighed. Yeah. A fat lot of good it will do.
And Neil Granger?
Neil again? What about him?
Are you still in contact with him?
Not really.
When did you speak to him last?
Dearden shrugged. Itd be a few months ago. I was visiting my parents, and I called in the Quiet Shepherd in Withens for a quick drink on the way back. Neil was in there, with some of his relations. The Oxleys, you know. So we didnt say much to each other. It was just hi. There was no conversation.
And neither of you mentioned Emma, I suppose?
No, said Dearden. Neither of us mentioned Emma.
This software youre developing said Fry.
Its highly confidential at the moment.
Can you give me a clue?
Well, imagine this. The human brain can run routines and recurrent actions, just like a computer does. But occasionally, you get minor damage to the frontal lobes of the brain, which is the system governing attention. Then actions can still be triggered automatically, but out of sequence, or cant be stopped. The psychologists say its the penalty we pay for being able to automatize our actions.
Fry looked at Murfin, warning him not to laugh. She hoped that Alex Dearden wasnt actually a robot but could be stopped at the appropriate moment.
Its a bit like having a dodgy auto-pilot, he said. For the psychologists, it helps them to understand human fallibility. From our point of view, it helps us to design the technology to allow for human error. Its why computer programs wont let you close a document without deciding whether you want to save it or not, he said. But were going to take that concept a whole lot further. A whole lot further. I really cant tell you any more than that.
Or youd have to kill me? said Fry.
Sorry?
Never mind.
When they got out of Eden Valley Software Solutions, Gavin Murfin stopped in the car park and pretended to spit out the imaginary gum hed been chewing. He trod it into the tarmac and ground the toe of his shoe on it until he was satisfied.
Feel better now? said Fry.
Not until I get a piece of that pie inside me.
Not in my car, you dont, Gavin.
Ill be careful of the crumbs, honest.
Do you know how much it cost me to get this car valeted?
Look, Ill not even take it out of the bag.