down the road. He’s ecstatic.’ She gave a hacking foghorn laugh, looking to her other colleague to join in.
Becca shrugged, glancing down at her hands as she picked at the sleeve of her jumper. ‘I just think the place deserves to be a home for a family again one day,’ she said. ‘My dad almost bought and restored it years ago, before everything happened. He changed his mind, in the end, but I’ve always wondered what things would be like if he hadn’t.’
The other two keyboards fell silent.
‘Oh, Becca, sweetheart,’ the woman said, ‘I had no idea that was the reason. Well, I feel terrible now.’ She slapped her forehead. ‘I’ll do the tea rounds for the rest of the day.’
‘No, don’t worry.’ Becca gave her a small smile.
The other two women turned back to their computers.
‘Pippa, isn’t it?’ Becca spoke quietly. ‘What can I help you with? If it’s about what we discussed before, you know I don’t want to be involved.’
‘Trust me, Becca,’ Pip said, her voice dipping into whispers. ‘This is important. Really important. Please.’
Becca’s wide blue eyes stared up at hers for a few lingering moments.
‘Fine.’ She stood up. ‘Let’s go out to the front room.’
The room felt colder the second time around. Becca took a seat on the nearest sofa and crossed her legs. Pip sat at the other end and turned to face her.
‘Um . . . so . . .’ She tapered off, not quite sure how to phrase it, nor how much she should tell her. She stalled, staring into Becca’s Andie-like face.
‘What is it?’ Becca said.
Pip found her voice. ‘So, while researching, I found out that Andie might have been dealing drugs and selling at calamity parties.’
Becca’s neat brows drew down to her eyes as she cast a distrustful look at Pip. ‘No,’ she said, ‘there’s no way.’
‘I’m sorry, I’ve confirmed it with multiple sources,’ Pip said.
‘She can’t have done.’
‘The man who supplied her gave her a secret second phone, a burner phone, to use in her deals,’ Pip carried on over Becca’s protests. ‘He said that Andie hid the phone along with her stash in her wardrobe.’
‘I’m sorry but I think someone’s been playing a trick on you,’ Becca said, shaking her head. ‘There’s no way my sister was selling drugs.’
‘I understand it must be hard to hear,’ Pip said, ‘but I’m learning that Andie had a lot of secrets. This was one of them. The police didn’t find the burner phone in her room and I’m trying to find out who might have had access to her room after she went missing.’
‘Wh . . . but . . .’ Becca sputtered, still shaking her head. ‘No one did; the house was cordoned off.’
‘I mean, before the police arrived. After Andie left the house and before your parents discovered she was missing. Was there any way someone could have broken into your house without you knowing? Had you gone to sleep?’
‘I . . . I –’ her voice cracked – ‘no, I don’t know. I wasn’t asleep, I was downstairs watching TV. But you –’
‘Do you know Max Hastings?’ Pip said quickly before Becca could object again.
Becca stared at her, confusion glassing over her eyes. ‘Um,’ she said, ‘yeah, he was Sal’s friend, wasn’t he? The blonde guy.’
‘Did you ever notice him hanging round near your house after Andie disappeared?’
‘No,’ she said quickly. ‘No, but why –’
‘What about Daniel da Silva? Do you know him?’ Pip said, hoping this quick-fire questioning was working, that Becca would answer before she thought not to answer.
‘Daniel,’ she said, ‘yeah, I know him. He was close with my dad.’
Pip’s eyes narrowed. ‘Daniel da Silva was close to your dad?’
‘Yeah,’ Becca sniffed. ‘He worked for my dad for a while, after he quit that caretaker’s job at school. My dad owns a cleaning company. But he took a shine to Daniel and promoted him to a job in the office. He was the one who convinced Daniel to apply to be a police officer, supported him through the training. Yeah. I don’t know if they’re still close; I don’t speak to my dad.’
‘So did you see a lot of Daniel?’ asked Pip.
‘Quite a bit. He often popped round, stayed for dinner sometimes. What has this got to do with my sister?’
‘Daniel was a police officer when your sister went missing. Was he involved in the case at all?’
‘Well, yeah,’ Becca replied, ‘he was one of the first responding officers when my dad reported it.’
Pip felt