Page 77 of Too Close To Home

Calder pinched the bridge of his nose. “Andy…you’ve been told.”

“It was a pint, then I went home. And I don’t see why I have to change my local cause he plays there.”

Harrison looked at both of them. “So you were at the Kings Arms on Wednesday?”

“For one pint. I were gone before the band set up.”

Harrison stepped forward. “Are you aware that Emily Fisher works at the Kings Arms?”

“I don’t know Emily Fisher.”

“Do you know her father?” Harrison took out a notebook. “Glen Fisher?”

Andy froze. Swallowed. Rubbed his head again. “Oh, aye. Maintenance.”

“His daughter is missing.”

“Oh.”

Harrison took out his notebook. “Do you drive a blue Ford Focus, Andy?”

“Aye.”

“Registration ending in KJX?”

“Aye.”

“Your car was recorded on CCTV near the woodland road at around ten thirty on the night of Emily’s disappearance.”

Andy nodded. “Like I says, I stopped at the garage to get some tea.”

“That garage is quite far from your house, Andy,” Calder said. “In the other direction.”

“So?”

Calder sighed. “So why wouldn’t you go to a closer one?”

“I like the sausage rolls they do better.”

“And why then, drive the opposite way home, past the woodland.”

“I like driving around. Go that route most nights.”

Calder scoffed.

Harrison stepped in before Calder could push it further. “Did anyone see you that evening?”

Andy shrugged. “Weren’t the only one in the pub.”

“Who served you at the Kings Arms?”

Andy squinted, thinking. “Dunno. Usual bar staff. Young bloke. Fairy.”

Harrison ignored the slur. “And what time were you there?”

“Half six, maybe. Left around half seven.” Andy scratched the back of his head. “Soon as I heard the bloody band were setting up.”

Harrison made a note. “I’ll need to check the pub’s CCTV.”