Music is a nocturnal business, so I’d spent the morning in the office, trying to get a handle on where Tasker might be. I’d read articles, looking for any clue or hint of a favourite place. I called a handful of associates who can usually help with missing persons, but they hadn’t called back yet. The reality is that it’s easy enough to disappear if you really want to. I was frustrated and getting nowhere. I shut my laptop down and headed out to meet Priestley. If you walked in a line from my office, out of the Old Town and along the River Hull, you’d find the area. It was nice to know some of the buildings still had a purpose, even if they weren’t the important warehouses where goods were once docked. The building I was looking for backed directly onto the water. It was nondescript from the outside, but that had probably been the attraction for the band. If you weren’t looking, you wouldn’t notice the place. I found the door around the side of the building and walked in.
