Now they were gone, Crane prepared a few sandwiches, got in his car and headed for the house in Denisons Lane, in the hope of finding something that may lead him to the whereabouts of Bradley. As soon as he arrived there at the lane he parked the car some distance away from the house and walked along the pavement and then past the building before turning into the service road at the rear. After satisfying himself that he was alone and unobserved, he used the keys that Penny had given him, and slipped in the house through the back entrance. He had figured, if anyone was going to come to this place it would be sooner rather than later. After he had checked over every room in the house, he looked in the garage – there were no clues as to what had been going on there. He was fairly certain that the place was exactly as he had left it on the previous morning. At lunchtime he settled down with a sandwich and a mug of coffee. By mid-afternoon, his patience was about to be rewarded. Peering out of the front window, he saw a small car transporter pull up and park adjacent to the driveway.
