Swift, Mackenzie and Ottey met with Cross in his temporary subterranean office. The three of them were deflated about the forensic results that had seemed to all but confirm Cotterell’s guilt. But not Cross. For him this was simply a development. They had an explanation for Moreton’s change in routine in the weeks leading to his death and although it wasn’t linked to his death, they could now rule it out. He had two new questions, though. Who was the man Napier and Gallinis had seen watching the house and was this the same man who came to the door? From Napier’s account Alistair Moreton seemed shaken up by the visit and began drinking heavily. Did this mean that Moreton knew him? Sandy Moreton had been round. Why hadn’t the MP mentioned his visit to them? Cross was also curious to know whether the son’s visit had anything to do with the other man’s appearance at his father’s door.
‘We need to pay Sandy Moreton a visit,’ Cross declared.
‘Road trip!’ Swift announced like an excitable teenager.
‘Your services won’t be required,’ Cross responded summarily.
‘What do you want me to do?’ Mackenzie asked, trying to deflect their attention away from Swift’s look of anguished disappointment.
‘Keep digging into Moreton’s past. See if anything else comes up. Where did he go after All Saints? We should look into any of the old boys that seem particularly angry,’ said Ottey.
‘Well, that doesn’t exactly narrow it down,’ Mackenzie replied.
‘What about Malcolm Fisk, the stepfather of the not missing, missing girl?’ asked Swift consulting his notes.
‘He remains a person of interest,’ replied Cross.