There was really nothing I could do at the moment. At some point I would go down to Dorset and speak to Dawn’s parents, but that was going to be horribly difficult, and I didn’t feel I was quite ready yet to face them, or the long drive. Always provided Dad was agreeable to me taking his car so far! I wasn’t able to do anything about getting myself a laptop either – by the time I came downstairs, Dad had eaten his breakfast and was out and about again on the farm. Mum wasn’t sure of the name of the local computer sales firm he dealt with, so that had to go on hold until I was able to ask him for contact details. I tried several times to ring the membership secretary of the Compton Players, whose number the junior reporter at the Gazette had given me, but my calls went straight to voice mail. At the third attempt, I left a message simply leaving my number and saying I was interested in joining. This was the way I was going to play it this time – so far it had seemed that the moment I began asking questions about Dawn, the barricades went up, and I thought a more subtle approach might yield more fruit.
What do You think about A Question Of Guilt (2012)?
