<strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:19<br/><br/>The King's Head Pub<br/><br/>Bran</strong><br/><br/>You search the web, looking in obvious places first.  Honer's website is gone, but gives you a 404 rather than an advert for a webhosting company which strikes you as a little odd.  You're not entirely sure what to make of that.  Newcastle Chamber of Commerce has a listing for Honer's four and seven financial years ago, but nothing before, since or in between.  Ditto for the register of companies at Companies' House - the official list of all companies allowed to operate in the UK.  Four financial years ago, seven financial years ago.  Nothing in between, before or since.  There's no record of what happened in the other years though, and you kind of think there should be.  Surely the company needs to register every year?  And if it hadn't then...well, you're not entirely sure.  You need an accountant.<br/><br/>Google Streetview is no use, showing only the view you saw yourself an hour earlier, albeit on a much more sunny day.  While you're on a Google, you try a few sensible sounding searches - "Honers", "Honers Newcastle" "Honers Building Merchant" "Builders merchant, Newcastle" - but get nothing of interest.<br/><br/>The search function on the websites for the Chronicle and the Northern Echo, two local newspapers, give nothing but you're not entirely certain you'd expect them to.  The indexed articles only go back a couple of years anyway.<br/><br/>You're trying increasingly unlikely places, forums for Newcastle United and the like, when you finally find something.  A post made only about five minutes ago on Newcastle Craigslist, Missed Connections to be precise:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><br/><strong>Subject: <br/>J Honer and Sons.  Unit 17. Fergusons Road PLEASE HELP!!!<br/>Message:</strong><br/>Does anyone know of a builder's and plumber's merchants called J Honer and Sons.  If ANYONE has ANY KNOWLEDGE AT ALL then please get in touch.  There is a REWARD for any information at all.<br/><br/>Please get in touch.</span><br/><br/>clicking on "Reply" brings up your email client to send an email to<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">nqbdm-4578984432@pers.craigslist.org</span>should you wish to.  Before you get a chance though, the young girl you saw come down the stairs opens the door to wherever they went.<br/><br/>"We're ready for you when its convenient.  If you're still busy though, feel free to finish off."  It would be clear where she's from, but she has nowhere near as strong an accent as her presumed grandfather.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:34<br/><br/>McDonalds, Northumberland Street<br/><br/>Miyo, Norm, Chris</strong><br/><br/>(http://statics.192.com/estreet/original/large/2109/21094544.jpg)<br/><br/>The promised rain has started by the time you reach Northumberland Street, Newcastle's main shopping street.  Mothers with pushchairs cling close to the buildings to stay as out of the rain as possible leaving the centre of the pedestrianised road clear.  Outside the Carphone Warehouse, two men are collecting funds for an amateur musical theatre group by singing a medley from My Fair Lady but they're the only stationary people.  Everyone else hurries to wherever they're headed.  Miyo's phone beeps as you approach McDonalds with a text:<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">This is my number.  Stay in touch.  MT</span><br/><br/>The inside of McDonalds is pretty much like the inside of every other McDonalds.  But that's the beauty of the place isn't it?  You know what you're getting.  It's perhaps a little more full than you might expect as people drag out cups of coffee and items from the breakfast menu a little longer than they normally would to see if the rain will blow over.  Probably a futile hope.<br/><br/>Behind the counter are the usual group of teenagers and students each with a badge identifying them and assuring you they're happy to help.  A pretty blonde girl whose name is apparently Tina (she's Happy To Help, but has no stars indicating she's able to) is being shown how to use one of the tills by an almost unfeasibly good looking male of north Indian descent who, as well as being Happy to Help and having a colossal four stars to do it with, is apparently named Patveer and is the Shift Manager.  The name's not overly close to the one Tannen gave, but he<em>is</em>wearing a turban.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:14<br/><br/>Between Unit 16 and Unit 18, Fergusons Street<br/><br/>Nova</strong><br/><br/>From time to time you put on your largest pocketed pair of combat trousers and talk a walk around J Honer and Sons letting things "fall" in to the pockets.  Not because of any real desire for them - fencing the u-bend of a plumbing system is pretty hard - but just to punish your security guard father.  Most of the items end up getting thrown into a bin somewhere.  Today, having nothing better to do, was to be one of those days.<br/><br/>But the Metro was running late, and you get there a little later than you had expected.  And when you do finally get there... Honer's is gone.  All that remains of where it should be is a little alleyway between the two neighbouring buildings.  A man - dark groomed hair, tidy fashionable goatee, expensive looking suit - paces worriedly in front of it.  Tapping on his expensive looking phone as he does so and casting frequent looks over to the alleyway.  You don't need to be a professional at reading body language to know he's concerned about the same thing you are - where the hell has the warehouse gone?<br/><br/>He eventually finishes whatever he was doing with his phone and pockets it then stands staring at the alleyway, occasionally giving little exasperated movements.  After a moment, he starts to cry.