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she snapped, abandoning the charm offensive. ‘It’s got nothing to do with him disappearing.’
    Horton eyed her steadily and said nothing.
    She flushed under the harshness of his gaze and said tautly, ‘He just came to work and then went home.’
    ‘Doing what?’ asked Cantelli in a friendlier tone.
    She switched her gaze to the sergeant, and relaxed slightly. ‘Designing our new web site and providing computer support for the factory. We should have had someone years ago, but you know how it is with budgets and getting the right person.’
    ‘So Luke Felton came cheap,’ Horton taunted, knowing he should ease off but not seeming able to, or caring. Being so close to Catherine and the fact that he might see her was making him edgy. That, and thoughts of what Kelly and others here must know about his marital break-up, and what Catherine might have said about him, were eating away at him like rats at rotting flesh.
    Her dark eyes flashed daggers at him. ‘Luke is engaged on a project basis. I offered him a fee for three months’ work, payable at the end of each month, and with an option to renew, or the offer of a permanent job, depending how he got on.’
    ‘And how did he get on?’ asked Cantelli lightly, yet Horton could hear his colleague silently urging him to back down.
    ‘Very well. I can’t understand why he hasn’t shown up for work.’
    ‘I can. Drugs.’
    She switched her hostile gaze to Horton. ‘I don’t believe that.’
    ‘Why not?’
    ‘Because he said he was clean. Oh, you can scoff, but I believe him. He works hard and keeps himself to himself, which is more than I can say for some of the staff, including the sales and marketing team.’
    That was nasty, but then he had provoked it.
    Hastily, Cantelli jumped in. ‘How do the staff feel about him working here?’
    ‘They don’t know his background. He isn’t going to broadcast it and neither am I.’
    Horton reckoned she underestimated the jungle grapevine. Everybody probably knew.
    Cantelli continued. ‘How did he get the job? Did you advertise it?’
    Horton thought she looked uneasy as she answered. ‘Yes, but the applicants weren’t suitable. They were either too highly qualified or not qualified enough. Then I happened to mention it to Matt and he said—’
    ‘Matt Boynton? You know him?’ Horton sharply interrupted.
    ‘Is that any of your business?’ she said coolly.
    ‘It is when a man convicted for murder is missing.’
    She eyed him malevolently. ‘If you really must know, Matt and I were at university together.’ Then, directing her remarks to Cantelli, she continued. ‘I saw Matt when I was out one night and we happened to get talking about work. Matt said he knew someone who would be ideal for the project. I was interviewing at the time and I said send him along, not really thinking he’d be any good. But he was perfect.’
    ‘Weren’t you worried about employing someone with a violent record?’
    ‘Matt assured me that Luke was reformed and Luke didn’t seem capable of violence, let alone committing murder.’
    ‘But he did, and he went to prison for it,’ Cantelli said.
    ‘But he’s served his time and learnt his lesson.’
    Horton wasn’t convinced of the latter and Felton certainly hadn’t served his full term. He wondered if Catherine’s father was aware of Felton’s record. He asked her.
    ‘Toby leaves me to engage the right people. It’s my job,’ she replied haughtily.
    Which meant no. Horton said, ‘You’d better tell him before someone else does.’
    She opened her mouth to reply but Cantelli got there first. ‘When was the last time you saw him, Miss Masters?’
    ‘Tuesday evening. He left here just after six.’
    Horton studied her carefully. She could be lying. Perhaps Luke Felton had spent the evening with her, or the night, and now she was too concerned to admit it.
    Cantelli again. ‘Did he contact you after that, to tell you he wasn’t coming into work perhaps?’
    ‘I