Ryan shrugged.
‘Maybe they haven’t made it up. But we can’t very well call in the top guys when there’s no body. We’ve also had no one report a missing person. The big guys at Porthaven are laughing at us.’
‘If only someone would report a missing person,’ said Ellen, frustrated.
The sandwich now finished, Ellen wiped her mouth on a serviette and said,
‘I think we should check the ferry passenger list and then we can follow up and see if anyone has gone missing.’
Ryan gaped at her.
‘You’re not serious?’ he said, through a mouthful of egg. ‘Someone would have reported it. That’s a hell of lot of people to check.’
‘Not if it was a lone traveller,’ said Ellen, feeling a tingle of excitement run through her.
Ryan sighed.
‘It seems like a big waste of time.’
‘Well, time is something we’ve got plenty of,’ smiled Ellen.
‘Oh, well, when you smile at me like that, how can I say no?’ Ryan grinned.
‘Don’t start,’ Ellen said playfully.
‘Chance would be a fine thing,’ smiled Ryan.
Ellen’s mind was on Abby Miller. If there was a murderer out there, it was their job to find him. She somehow felt responsible for Abby Miller and her husband. How could they go home? Abby would be forever looking over her shoulder. It was Ellen’s responsibility to keep the public safe.
*
‘Did you see anyone suspicious hanging about the quay?’ asked Ryan.
‘What do you mean by suspicious?’ asked Craig.
Ellen sighed.
‘A loner taking out a boat for instance,’ she said.
‘Nah. Not that I remember. I know for sure they never hired it from me, anyway.’
‘How did the couple strike you when they came to hire the boat?’
Craig grinned.
‘You know. They were the usual tourist type. She was keen on taking photographs and all that.’
‘How did they seem when they collected the boat?’ asked Ryan.
‘Normal, I didn’t pick up anything unusual about them. I won’t charge them for the boat, obviously,’ said Craig, graciously. ‘Have they found anything over at Laslow?’
‘I really couldn’t tell you,’ said Ellen.
‘Bloody exciting,’ chortled Craig.
Ryan’s phone rang, and he dug it out of his trousers.
‘Yep,’ he said.