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usually in the aerobic gym, not in the cardio or weight room.’
    Anna thanked ‘Big Ben’ for his time and she and Paul left the gym. En route to the car Paul reminded Anna that the next interview was in Chiswick with Dan Matthews and then on to Kilburn to see Julian Vickers the deli manager.
    ‘Will we have time to go to Tina’s salon as well today?’ Anna asked as Paul drove off.
    ‘Might be pushing it but they don’t close until six.’
    Anna closed her eyes, sighing.
    ‘Still working on that grocery list?’ Paul enquired.
    She gave a small smile, not opening her eyes. ‘Laundry now.’
    Paul drove for a while before he brought up what they had gathered from the gym.
    ‘She put it about and he didn’t seem to be aware of it. These strong silent types often have a long fuse that when it blows, it sky rockets.’
    ‘What am I supposed to gather from that statement?’
    ‘That maybe he found out and went ballistic and—’
    ‘Paul, it’s Alan that’s missing – not Tina.’
    ‘I meant that he blew up and decided that he’d had enough and walked out.’
    ‘What – without his car and no money? And we’ve no credit-card transactions. I don’t think he just walked out.’
    ‘You’re changing your tune?’
    ‘No. I am more than ever beginning to think he planned to go. Like I said, he had his parents on his back, he fell out with Tina – which is even more likely, now we know she was a sexpot and had had it away with all the members of the gym. We know he was a shy introverted man, someone who hated confrontations so he took the easy way . . .’
    They drew up at a small mews courtyard just off Chiswick High Road and parked outside Matthews Graphic Studio .
    They climbed up an exterior circular iron staircase that led onto a small balcony with sliding glass doors which in turn opened into the large studio space. Dan Matthews was working on a Mac as they approached. He was slender, wearing a T-shirt and skinny-legged jeans that made him look like a drainpipe. He had large horn-rimmed glasses on and his mousy brown hair was cut short at the sides and long on top.
    Anna knocked then entered and introduced herself and Paul, and thanked Dan for agreeing to see them. She went straight to the point of their visit, asking if he was aware that Alan Rawlins had disappeared.
    ‘Yes, I know. Tina has rung me a few times asking if I’ve seen him, but I haven’t for at least four months. It’s really awful.’ He looked at Paul. ‘Ever since you got in touch I’ve been trying to think of everything we talked about, the last time we met up. He used to come here quite often; I’ve helped him a couple of times with some drawings for personalising his cars. You know, he was very good at respraying motor bikes as well as cars.’
    ‘How did he seem to you when you last saw him?’
    ‘Same as always. We’ve been friends since schooldays. He went on to engineering college and I went to art school, but we always kept in touch. Maybe not so much recently.’
    ‘Why was that?’
    ‘He got engaged and was caught up with Tina.’
    ‘Are you married?’
    ‘No.’
    ‘Did you meet Tina?’
    ‘Just the once. We went out for dinner in order for me to meet her.’
    ‘And?’
    ‘Well, she was not my type. She wasn’t interested in anything we talked about and she didn’t like the restaurant as she complained that she wasn’t keen on Chinese food. She had a few too many glasses of wine as well.’
    ‘So it wasn’t a good evening?’
    ‘No. It’s always difficult when you don’t get on with your best friend’s partner. It wasn’t that I disliked her, I just didn’t think she was the right choice for Alan. He was a bit agitated around her, wanting me to like her, I suppose, and although I never said anything to him we just didn’t see each other as regularly.’
    Dan’s eyes seemed large behind the horn-rimmed spectacles.
    ‘What has happened to him? His father has phoned me asking if I’ve heard