He’d been through Simon Abbott’s bank accounts and there was nothing. No unusually large withdrawals. No transfers of money to private accounts. Just the usual mortgage and bills – similar to the Henshaws except Abbott had also purchased a hell of a lot of plane tickets. The guy must’ve had air miles coming out of his arse. There was nothing to suggest he’d paid anyone to steal his daughter. Gardner hadn’t really expected to find evidence he had. Like the Henshaws, Abbott had consented to the search. He didn’t get the gut feeling that Simon was guilty but there was still something that bugged him. Maybe it was because he had a lack of other leads, maybe it was that the father usually did it. Maybe it was just because he’d found the man slightly arrogant. That was probably down to the fact he’d just spent a few days flying non-stop; Gardner had to admit he wouldn’t exactly be charming after that, but maybe it wasn’t his jet-lag, maybe it was just him. Or his job.
