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Caitlin had hung up from the guards feeling frustrated. She’d asked to speak to Walt Gallagher, the sergeant who had been in charge of David’s case, only to be told that he’d retired the month before and nobody had deigned to tell her. When she’d asked who had taken over the sergeant’s cases, she’d been told in a disinterested tone that the speaker had no idea. His work had most likely been distributed among the force.

Trying to keep her cool, she’d asked if she could speak to someone senior in the office. The man on desk duty had enquired what it was about, making her relay the whole story up until the phone call she’d received the previous night, while interjecting intermittently with the odd ‘mmm-hmm’ and ‘I see.’ When Caitlin had reached the end of the story, the man transferred her to someone else, someone who had, apparently, taken over the case from Gallagher. The new sergeant, Trevor Parks, had her retell the story of David’s disappearance again. When she’d told him about the anonymous phone call, Parks didn’t seem too excited. Instead, he’d told her that more than ninety per cent of the time, this type of call turned out to be a hoax. It was not something to pin her hopes to. Probably, it had been some sicko who’d read about the case in the paper and thought it would be funny to make a crank call.

‘But the case hasn’t been mentioned in the paper for months,’ Caitlin had interjected.

The sergeant had told her then that there had been an article about Ireland’s missing in the magazine in the Sunday World the previous week. Maybe David was mentioned in that? He didn’t have access to the article himself, but maybe Caitlin should contact the paper to find out.

‘What will you do?’ she’d asked. ‘Can you trace the call?’

‘We can look at your phone record, see if it’s a known number. Apart from that, I’m afraid we have very little to go on.’

Of course. It was as much as she had expected. They’d check the number – if they even bothered with that – but they wouldn’t be able to trace it. Was it any wonder so many cases went unsolved?

On Wednesday, she went online and tweeted to find out if anyone happened to have a copy of the missing person’s supplement that had been printed with the Sunday World. An hour later, she received a message on Twitter. It wasn’t anyone she knew, a random follower who had a shared interest in true-life crime. She looked at his profile: @darbryan1. His interests, apart from following true-life crime stories, it said, were film noir and folk music. He looked pretty normal. She read his message.

@darbryan1: Hi Caitlin. I have that supplement. Can pass it on if you want it? Dar.

Caitlin wrote back.

@caitlindavis: Thanks. Do you know if there’s a link?

@darbryan1: I don’t think so. Could post it to you if you give me address?

Address. Was it a good idea to send some random stranger her address? Maybe there was an easier way to get the supplement. She didn’t answer darbryan1’s message. Instead, she phoned the Sunday World, but they told her they didn’t have any spare copies to send out and the supplement wasn’t available online.

She sat looking at her computer screen. She could ask darbryan1 if there was any mention of a David Casey in the supplement. She hadn’t changed her maiden name when they’d got married, so at least he wouldn’t make the connection.

@caitlindavis: That’s okay. Thanks. I don’t suppose you recall if there was anything about a guy called David Casey in there?

@darbryan1: Hmm, not sure. I can check for you. Hope you didn’t think I was some weirdo asking for your address! J

@caitlindavis: That’d be great, thanks.

About a half hour later, she received another message from darbryan1. He’d scanned and attached a page of the supplement. A brief paragraph mentioned David, saying he’d last been seen at a music shop on 16th October 2016, that his car had been found in the city centre but that no leads had suggested where David might have gone. Several sightings had led nowhere. At least now she knew; the hoax call had very likely come about as a result of the article. She’d put her phone number on all of the missing persons posters she’d put up at the time. It was a miracle, she thought, that she hadn’t received any calls up until now. The guards had told her it hadn’t been a good idea, making her number public like that, but she didn’t care. If anything was reported, she wanted to know about it.

@caitlindavis: Thanks Dar.

She typed back.

@caitlindavis: That’s exactly what I was looking for.

@darbryan1: No problem. Happy to help. Too many missing people out there. L

She wondered if he had a story of his own, but she didn’t ask him.

Gillian wasn’t surprised when she told her the response she’d got when she called the guards. She didn’t tell her about darbryan1, or the article. What was the point in killing her hope completely? Caitlin was fuming. What sort of person would get amusement from making a call like that? Some sicko. She was glad, suddenly, that David had insisted on their telephone number not going in the directory. At least the man didn’t know where she lived. Who knew what a person like that might do? – but God, he’d be choosing the wrong woman to mess with. She only wished that she could track him down. He’d be sorry he’d ever made that call.