Blood Line by Lynda La Plante

her.
    ‘After the next interview we should grab a bite to eat,’ she said.
    ‘Okay by me.’
    Paul didn’t even notice as he was concentrating on driving, but Anna’s face was drained of colour and her hands were so tightly clenched her knuckles were white.
    The next interview was with Julian Vickers, the manager of a small deli in Kilburn. The shop was stacked with all makes of cheeses and hams and imported Italian pasta, with a counter fortakeaway sandwiches. Julian was a rather overweight young man with thinning hair and lovely blue eyes, wearing a white apron, and he was at least six foot three. He was openly friendly, and Anna and Paul watched as he sliced some ham for an elderly lady. When she left Anna flipped the door sign to closed and apologised to Julian, saying she needed to talk to him in private but would not take up too much of his valuable time.
    ‘I have had calls from Al’s father, but I haven’t been in contact with Alan himself for five or six months. This is all terrible, and my wife and I were trying to remember everything that we discussed the last time he came over. I’ve known Al since we were at school, and in fact I make up a hamper every Christmas for his dad because he likes his cheese and a good port.’
    As he talked, Julian moved boxes of groceries off two chairs so they could sit down. He said that his friendship with Alan had been very important. His own family had suggested he was out of his mind to start a deli when he didn’t know the first thing about it, but Alan had lent him money to open up, and Julian had proved to be successful even if he did have to work around the clock.
    ‘So at this last meeting with Alan …?’
    ‘Right. Yes. He would sometimes come over on a Saturday night because I have Sundays off, and we’d try out all the new goods. The last time, we had some herrings marinated in ginger. God, they were bloody awful, made the eyes water.’ He laughed and then his face fell.
    ‘I know he was engaged, but he never brought his fiancée round, and often my wife would leave us alone to chat. We both worked out together—I may not look as if I do now, but we used to. We even ran marathons, which I couldn’t do now. I run to post a letter, and I’m knackered.’
    ‘Did he give any indication the last time you met that anything was wrong?’
    ‘No. We mostly talked about the Mercedes he was doing up as I thought I had someone who would be interested. In fact, he didn’t stay all that long. He doesn’t drink like me, just the odd glass. He’s always been a fitness freak, but he said …’ Julian closed his eyes, genuinely upset.
    ‘I tell you something a bit odd. He had asked before then if I’d be his best man, but the last time I saw him, he never brought it up so I didn’t either. You never know, nowadays women come and they go, unlike my wife. I’ve been hoping she’d go for years.’
    He laughed and then said that it was a joke.
    ‘We’ve been married since I left college. We’re expecting twins, which was something else me and Alan spoke about. Well, it’s going to be a big financial situation for me and as always he said that if I needed anything, like a few thousand, he was good for it.’
    Julian took out a handkerchief; his stunning blue eyes were full of tears, all jokes forgotten.
    ‘I hope to God nothing bad has happened to him. He was one of the best people I know. Nothing was too much trouble for him, and as I said, he helped me start up …’
    ‘Do you think he could or would just take off and disappear?’ Anna asked. ‘That maybe being a Good Samaritan became too much for him?’
    Paul glanced at Anna. It was on the nail and Julian was already showing signs of distress.
    ‘No. I personally could not think of any reason why he would do that. I know he worried about his parents, but he was earning good money. Although …’
    Anna and Paul waited. Julian blew his nose and then tucked his handkerchief into his pocket.
    ‘In all