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Joanna to look into the boyfriend’s travel itinerary. See if he’s returned to the country lately. I’ll go and question the barmaid a bit more in between her serving the customers.”
    “I’ll get on it right away.”
    The barmaid continued to shake her head periodically as she served the three men sitting at the bar. One of them asked what was wrong, but she didn’t tell them. Sally was pleased to see that—it proved the woman could be trusted. Maybe Brenda had confided in the woman.
    “Sorry to interrupt again,” Sally said, hopping up onto one of the barstools, letting her legs dangle freely.
    “Anything I can do to help, I will. I still can’t believe she won’t be walking through those doors again.”
    “Was Brenda popular amongst the punters?” Sally asked.
    “Most of the time, yes. She had a run-in with one or two of the men when they tried to get fresh with her, but in this game, that type of thing tends to come with the territory.”
    “Anyone get fresh with her lately?”
    “Not that I can think of. I wish I could give you more on this guy who was chatting to her.”
    “Do you think anyone else could remember what he looks like? Another member of staff or a customer sitting at the bar perhaps?”
    “I’m sorry to be so hopeless. I was rushed off my feet last night and didn’t really have time to take in my surroundings like I usually do.” She struck a clenched fist against her denim-clad thigh. “Why didn’t I pay more attention? Why?”
    “Please don’t punish yourself like that. Maybe if someone is able to give us an idea of this man’s description, I can run it past you, see if it jolts your memory.”
    “Sure. Although I’m not certain who will be able to supply you with the information you need. All I can do is check the rota to see who was on duty last night.”
    “That would be a great help. Your boss is getting the staff’s names and addresses. I could put those who were on duty last night at the top of the list.”
    The barmaid walked to the end of the bar and came back holding a rota. She placed it on the bar in front of Sally just as Jack joined her. “Here you go.”
    “Get these names down in your notebook, Jack.”
    “Will do, boss. Joanna is getting onto the airlines and relevant departments now about the boyfriend.” Jack jotted down the names of the people on duty the previous evening at the pub.
    Sally looked at the extensive list and inwardly groaned. The day ahead would turn out to be longer than either of them had anticipated.
    The manager appeared and handed Sally the staff names and addresses. “Here’s the information you need. Hope you find it useful.”
    “Thanks, that’s a big help. Here’s my card, in case either of you think of anything that might help our investigation. We’ll work our way through the list today. You might be in for a bit of aggro from your staff when they come on duty later. Providing nobody has anything to hide, all should go well.”
    “Okay. I can’t see you getting anything out of the staff. I don’t allow them to fraternise with each other, but who’s to say what goes on after their shift ends, right?” Greg added a shrug at the end of his statement.
    “True enough. We’ll be in touch soon.” Sally and Jack left the pub. Once outside in the fresh air, Sally said, “I think we’re in for at least six or seven hours of mind-numbing repeated questions that I doubt will throw up much insight into what happened to Brenda Fisher.”
    “Maybe we should grab a sandwich before we begin.”
    “Food and drink, is that all you think about?” Sally saw the glint appear in his eye. “Jeez, don’t bloody bother answering that. Men… cut your dicks off, and you wouldn’t be able to think.”
    Jack roared with laughter. “You do have a certain way with words at times. I suppose you women never think about sex.”
    “Not as often as you men. Come on, we’re wasting time. I think I spotted a baker’s up the road on the