Dead Like You

man’s mobile phone had yielded nothing. He only had five numbers stored on it. One belonged to the owner of his taxi, one was for the taxi company, two were for the owners of the boat he lived on, who were in Goa – a mobile and a landline – and one for a therapist he had not seen in over a year.
    The taxi driver’s computer had not revealed anything of interest. Just endless visits to sites involving ladies’ shoes – mostly on the fashion rather than fetish side – visits to eBay, as well as countless visits to perfume sites, sites concerned with Victorian period toilets and mapping sites.
    A medical expert, a psychologist of some sort who was trained in Asperger’s syndrome patients was on her way down. When she arrived, if she assessed Kerridge favourably, Acott said he would allow his client to be interviewed. Hopefully they’d find out more then.
    Just as he returned to his office from the morning briefing, his mobile phone rang.
    ‘Roy Grace,’ he answered.
    It was a technician he knew at the forensic laboratories and she was sounding very pleased with herself. ‘Roy, I’ve got DNA results for you!’
    ‘On what we sent you last night?’ he replied, astonished.
    ‘It’s a new bit of kit – it’s still undergoing trials and it’s not reliable enough for court work. But we had such good DNA from both of those samples, we took some to experiment with, knowing the urgency.’
    ‘So, tell me?’
    ‘We have two hits – one for each sample. One is complete, a 100 percent match, the other is partial, a familial match. The complete match is on DNA from a hair follicle from the corpse. Her name is Rachael Ryan. She disappeared in 1997. Any help?’
    ‘You’re certain?’
    ‘The machine is certain. We’re still running conventionally with the rest of her DNA, so we’ll have that result later today. But I’m pretty sure.’
    He allowed himself only a couple of seconds for this to sink in. It was what he was expecting, but even so it was a shock. A confirmation of his failure to save this young woman’s life. He made a mental note to contact her parents, hoping they were both still alive and still together. At least now they would have closure, if nothing else.
    ‘And the familial match?’ he asked.
    Familial , Grace knew, meant a near match, but not an exact match. It was normally a match between siblings or a parent and child.
    ‘That’s from the semen inside the condom that was found inside the corpse – Rachael Ryan as we now know. It’s a woman called Mrs Elizabeth Wyman-Bentham.’
    Grace wrote the name down, checking the spelling with her, so excited his hand was shaking. Then the technician gave him her address.
    ‘Do we know why she’s on the database?’
    ‘Drink-driving.’
    He thanked her, and as soon as he had terminated the call, he dialled Directory Enquiries, gave the name of Elizabeth Wyman-Bentham and her address.
    Moments later, he had the number and dialled it.
    It went straight to voicemail. He left a message with his name and rank, asking her to call him back urgently on his mobile number. Then he sat down and Googled her name to see if he could find out anything about her, in particular where she worked. It was 9.15 a.m. If she worked she was likely to be there already, or on her way there.
    Moments later on his screen appeared the words, About Lizzie Wyman-Bentham, CEO of WB Public Relations.
    He clicked on them and almost immediately a photograph of a smiling woman, with a mass of frizzed hair, came up, together with a row of details to click on for information about the firm. Just as he clicked on Contact , his phone rang.
    He answered and heard a rather breathless, effusive female voice. ‘I’m so sorry, I missed your call – heard it ringing just as I stepped out of the house! How can I help you?’
    ‘This may sound a strange question,’ Roy Grace asked. ‘Do you have a brother or a son?’
    ‘A brother.’ Then her voice changed to panic. ‘Is he all right? Has something happened? Has he been in an accident?’
    ‘No, he’s fine, so far as we know. I need to speak to him in connection with a police inquiry.’
    ‘Gosh, I was worried for a moment!’
    ‘Can you tell me where I can reach him?’
    ‘An inquiry, did you say? Ah yes, of course, probably something to do with work. Silly of me! I think he does a bit of work with you guys. He’s Garry Starling and his company – well, he has two – Sussex Security Systems and Sussex Remote