[ He waits until the small car's nearing the end of the main street before turning on the engine and pulling out, having parked with easy access to the road. Slowly, carefully, he sets off after Elizabeth, taking the time to anticipate her movements and keeping a solid distance. She's moving quickly through the city centre, each turn and twist executed with a high degree of familiarity. She knows her way around, yes, and more importantly - she knows exactly where she's going. He takes a moment to reply to John's comment, brain running two distinctively different tracks simultaneously. ]

Nothing indeed. [ Exactly as expected. ] So, what do we have, John? Staunton, a seemingly boring man with a seemingly boring life, disappears without any warning or explanation, despite being up for a huge gig - [ Checking his watch. ] - in precisely 20 hours. His flat looks untouched, his suitcase unpacked, and his family doesn't find his disappearance even slightly worrisome as they'd rather pretend he doesn't exist. Elizabeth Overstowe knows him very well indeed and has always taken care of him. He writes her in a panic, asking her to tell the police something of note - not call, mind, but tell - meaning there's either an on-going case - [ He frowns. ] - unlikely - or something soon to be reported. It's something personal or he wouldn't have inconvenienced her. It's also of at least some importance to him, seeing as he's left his job to hang in order to attend to whatever it is. [ Pause. In a low voice, almost a mutter: ] Whatever, whomever.

[ She takes a left-turn up ahead, seemingly headed... back towards mid-town? Odd. ]