we had found. Although it was possible that the woman was not reported missing, it was improbable, as there was likely to be someone who noticed her disappearance and reported it.
Seeing nowhere else to go, I decided to launch a public appeal in order to see if anyone knew this woman. This was probably (and hopefully) going to be the most challenging part of the case. The television and radio companies stormed in with this story, and they were eager to report the discovery of this mystery woman. They gave details of where she was found, and the pink dress that she was wearing. I was hoping that someone would be able to recall the pink dress, even though there was no mention of it in any of the missing person's files. I knew that it was a long shot, but worth a try, as I had nothing at all to lose.
I was extremely lucky, because the very next day a visitor arrived at the station wanting to talk to me about the missing woman.
"Hello," I said to her as she walked in.
She was a small woman, aged around fifty, and she wore cheap clothes and she was quite plump. Her hair was greasy, her face full of spots, but she approached me in a friendly manner.
"My name is Lesley Kurtis," she said, quite nervous about talking to me.
"I'm Tammy Williams," I said, eager to see what this woman knew. "I understand that you have some information about the woman we found?"
"Yes," Lesley replied, taking a seat. "And I think it might be very useful to you."
"Go on," I said.
"Well, I think the missing woman was Eve Roberts, if you don't know that already."
I remembered the name from one of the missing person's files. She had gone out for a party that night, but the person who reported her could not recall what she was wearing.
"And why do you think that?" I asked Lesley.
"Because she was wearing the pink dress the night she went missing. I remember it. I am... was a very good friend of Eve’s, and when she went missing I knew she'd been murdered. It was just so unusual of her," Lesley replied in a fairly shaky voice.
I was beginning to get very excited now.
"And why did you not say any of this before?" I asked her.
"Because one of my other friends said she sorted it out. She said she told the police everything and that there was no need to speak to them. I've only just realized that she never mentioned the dress. I know it's Eve. It has to be," replied Lesley, getting fairly excited.
"Right, and can you tell me about the time she went missing?" I asked her.
"I can't really remember," she said.
"Can you remember the last time you saw her?"
"Well, we were at the party just a few miles away from here, in a club. A lot of people were quite drunk. Eve went out for a cigarette, and that was that. She never came back in."
Lesley started to cry now.
"It's O.k.," I said, reassuring her.
I thanked her for the help she gave me, and gave her the contact details should she ever think of anything else. I now had the name of the victim, because Eve went missing in 1988, and she was twenty-eight years old. In a way, come to think of it, she looked quite a lot like the skeleton. I now had the name of the victim, and I prepared for the rest of the journey ahead.
Chapter 4
My first task was to find out if any of Eve Roberts' relatives were alive, other than her friends. I telephoned Lesley again and informed her that the body we had found was indeed Eve's, and asked her if Eve had any living relatives. Lesley told me that Eve had a sister, who was now quite old. She gave me her contact details, and I went out to find her sister, whose name was Evelyn.
When I first met Evelyn, I noticed that she still looked upset. She must have been told the news , I thought to myself. This was confirmed when she opened the door to allow us inside, as she said to us, "I have been waiting for this news for twenty-four years."
She picked up a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her eye clean. I knew she felt like it was a giant weight lifted off her
Seeing nowhere else to go, I decided to launch a public appeal in order to see if anyone knew this woman. This was probably (and hopefully) going to be the most challenging part of the case. The television and radio companies stormed in with this story, and they were eager to report the discovery of this mystery woman. They gave details of where she was found, and the pink dress that she was wearing. I was hoping that someone would be able to recall the pink dress, even though there was no mention of it in any of the missing person's files. I knew that it was a long shot, but worth a try, as I had nothing at all to lose.
I was extremely lucky, because the very next day a visitor arrived at the station wanting to talk to me about the missing woman.
"Hello," I said to her as she walked in.
She was a small woman, aged around fifty, and she wore cheap clothes and she was quite plump. Her hair was greasy, her face full of spots, but she approached me in a friendly manner.
"My name is Lesley Kurtis," she said, quite nervous about talking to me.
"I'm Tammy Williams," I said, eager to see what this woman knew. "I understand that you have some information about the woman we found?"
"Yes," Lesley replied, taking a seat. "And I think it might be very useful to you."
"Go on," I said.
"Well, I think the missing woman was Eve Roberts, if you don't know that already."
I remembered the name from one of the missing person's files. She had gone out for a party that night, but the person who reported her could not recall what she was wearing.
"And why do you think that?" I asked Lesley.
"Because she was wearing the pink dress the night she went missing. I remember it. I am... was a very good friend of Eve’s, and when she went missing I knew she'd been murdered. It was just so unusual of her," Lesley replied in a fairly shaky voice.
I was beginning to get very excited now.
"And why did you not say any of this before?" I asked her.
"Because one of my other friends said she sorted it out. She said she told the police everything and that there was no need to speak to them. I've only just realized that she never mentioned the dress. I know it's Eve. It has to be," replied Lesley, getting fairly excited.
"Right, and can you tell me about the time she went missing?" I asked her.
"I can't really remember," she said.
"Can you remember the last time you saw her?"
"Well, we were at the party just a few miles away from here, in a club. A lot of people were quite drunk. Eve went out for a cigarette, and that was that. She never came back in."
Lesley started to cry now.
"It's O.k.," I said, reassuring her.
I thanked her for the help she gave me, and gave her the contact details should she ever think of anything else. I now had the name of the victim, because Eve went missing in 1988, and she was twenty-eight years old. In a way, come to think of it, she looked quite a lot like the skeleton. I now had the name of the victim, and I prepared for the rest of the journey ahead.
Chapter 4
My first task was to find out if any of Eve Roberts' relatives were alive, other than her friends. I telephoned Lesley again and informed her that the body we had found was indeed Eve's, and asked her if Eve had any living relatives. Lesley told me that Eve had a sister, who was now quite old. She gave me her contact details, and I went out to find her sister, whose name was Evelyn.
When I first met Evelyn, I noticed that she still looked upset. She must have been told the news , I thought to myself. This was confirmed when she opened the door to allow us inside, as she said to us, "I have been waiting for this news for twenty-four years."
She picked up a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her eye clean. I knew she felt like it was a giant weight lifted off her
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