I’m only thirty-two and we’d been together since we met at drama school, and the bastard does that to me. I gave up my career for him and the kids and he leaves me for that little nymphomaniac.’
As if on cue, the front door opened and slammed shut. Fiona looked nervous.
‘Oh shit. Look, don’t tell him I’ve been sounding off about her, will you? He gets so uptight.’ She crossed to the door and shouted, ‘I’m in here with . . .’ She turned to Anna and pulled a face, hurrying out of the kitchen.
Anna could hear a low murmur of voices from the hallway and then in strode Scott Myers. He was very tall with floppy dark hair parted in the middle. In real life he was not as attractive as the films and photographs Anna had seen of him. He was dressed in jeans and sneakers with a stained T-shirt and a leather jacket slung round his shoulders.
‘Sorry I’m late, I got held up. My daughter had to see a dentist and then I had to take her to school. I’m Scott Myers.’ He held out his hand.
‘I’m Detective Anna Travis.’ Anna shook his hand.
‘Right. Have you had coffee?’
‘Yes, thank you.’
‘You mind if I brew a mug up, I’m desperate. Having a howling child terrified of sitting in the dentist chair doesn’t make for an easy morning, but thankfully all’s well and hopefully the antibiotics will solve the problem. She prods her baby teeth, trying to loosen them for tooth-fairy cash!’
Anna smiled. He was as talkative as his wife, with a cultured voice and easygoing manner. He chucked off his leather jacket and placed the kettle on the Aga as he prepared his coffee. He constantly ran his fingers through his hair, tossing it back from his face, explaining that it was driving him mad but he was filming a Byronic costume movie and playing the part of Shelley. Anna smiled. It was rather good casting as he had a sort of poetic look, more pre-Raphaelite, and a good tight, muscular frame, but at the same time was slender. He was comfortable in the kitchen, aware of where everything was, and as soon as he had made his coffee he closed the kitchen door and sat at the table opposite Anna.
‘I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?’
‘Anna Travis.’
‘Ah yes, well, I apologise again, Anna, for keeping you waiting. No doubt my wife has entertained you?’
‘She was very kind.’
‘I am sure she was, and probably called me everything under the sun. She can really let off steam. Unfortunately, to everyone else she comes across as lovely, which can be a tad irritating.’ He grinned.
Anna watched as he opened the biscuit tin and munched one of the gingerbread men, dipping it into his coffee. He then patted his pockets and took out a pack of cigarettes.
‘You mind?’
Even if Anna had, she doubted he would have taken any notice as he lit up straight away.
‘She won’t let me in front of the kids.’ He exhaled, left the table again to fetch an ashtray and then sat down. His mood almost visibly changed.
‘Well, let’s get down to the reason why you are here, Detective Travis.’
Anna explained how she was trying to get to know Amanda in an attempt to piece together her last hours. If there was anything he could add or help them with, she would be most grateful. Myers said nothing as he flicked the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray.
She opened her briefcase and took out the list of calls from Amanda’s mobile phone.
‘I see from Amanda’s phone records that she called you the night before she died.’
Myers shrugged.
‘Can you tell me if there was anything in your conversation with her that might have led you to believe someone was frightening her or threatening her?’
Still he remained silent.
‘What did you talk about?’
Myers sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, tossing his head back.
‘It was a brief call, one of many as she kept on calling me, which was hard to deal with as I didn’t really have anything to say to her. She broke it off with me, made me
As if on cue, the front door opened and slammed shut. Fiona looked nervous.
‘Oh shit. Look, don’t tell him I’ve been sounding off about her, will you? He gets so uptight.’ She crossed to the door and shouted, ‘I’m in here with . . .’ She turned to Anna and pulled a face, hurrying out of the kitchen.
Anna could hear a low murmur of voices from the hallway and then in strode Scott Myers. He was very tall with floppy dark hair parted in the middle. In real life he was not as attractive as the films and photographs Anna had seen of him. He was dressed in jeans and sneakers with a stained T-shirt and a leather jacket slung round his shoulders.
‘Sorry I’m late, I got held up. My daughter had to see a dentist and then I had to take her to school. I’m Scott Myers.’ He held out his hand.
‘I’m Detective Anna Travis.’ Anna shook his hand.
‘Right. Have you had coffee?’
‘Yes, thank you.’
‘You mind if I brew a mug up, I’m desperate. Having a howling child terrified of sitting in the dentist chair doesn’t make for an easy morning, but thankfully all’s well and hopefully the antibiotics will solve the problem. She prods her baby teeth, trying to loosen them for tooth-fairy cash!’
Anna smiled. He was as talkative as his wife, with a cultured voice and easygoing manner. He chucked off his leather jacket and placed the kettle on the Aga as he prepared his coffee. He constantly ran his fingers through his hair, tossing it back from his face, explaining that it was driving him mad but he was filming a Byronic costume movie and playing the part of Shelley. Anna smiled. It was rather good casting as he had a sort of poetic look, more pre-Raphaelite, and a good tight, muscular frame, but at the same time was slender. He was comfortable in the kitchen, aware of where everything was, and as soon as he had made his coffee he closed the kitchen door and sat at the table opposite Anna.
‘I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?’
‘Anna Travis.’
‘Ah yes, well, I apologise again, Anna, for keeping you waiting. No doubt my wife has entertained you?’
‘She was very kind.’
‘I am sure she was, and probably called me everything under the sun. She can really let off steam. Unfortunately, to everyone else she comes across as lovely, which can be a tad irritating.’ He grinned.
Anna watched as he opened the biscuit tin and munched one of the gingerbread men, dipping it into his coffee. He then patted his pockets and took out a pack of cigarettes.
‘You mind?’
Even if Anna had, she doubted he would have taken any notice as he lit up straight away.
‘She won’t let me in front of the kids.’ He exhaled, left the table again to fetch an ashtray and then sat down. His mood almost visibly changed.
‘Well, let’s get down to the reason why you are here, Detective Travis.’
Anna explained how she was trying to get to know Amanda in an attempt to piece together her last hours. If there was anything he could add or help them with, she would be most grateful. Myers said nothing as he flicked the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray.
She opened her briefcase and took out the list of calls from Amanda’s mobile phone.
‘I see from Amanda’s phone records that she called you the night before she died.’
Myers shrugged.
‘Can you tell me if there was anything in your conversation with her that might have led you to believe someone was frightening her or threatening her?’
Still he remained silent.
‘What did you talk about?’
Myers sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, tossing his head back.
‘It was a brief call, one of many as she kept on calling me, which was hard to deal with as I didn’t really have anything to say to her. She broke it off with me, made me
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