On the night of March 3, Sarah Everard had dinner at her good friend’s home in Clapham, in southwest London. She left at 9 p.m. and began strolling house to her place in Brixton, about 50 minutes away on foot. The 33-year-old, who was wearing a inexperienced rain jacket, blue pants, a knit cap and a light-colored face masks, spoke to her boyfriend, Josh Lowth, on the cellphone for quarter-hour, hanging up at 9:27 p.m. A doorbell digital camera from a home off Clapham Widespread glimpsed her at 9:30 p.m.
And that was the final anybody, or something, noticed of her.
Lowth reported Everard lacking the following day after she missed a gathering at work and he was unable to get ahold of her—which was not like her in any respect, in keeping with those that knew her nicely.
“She has all the time been an distinctive good friend, dropping every thing to be there to help her buddies, at any time when they want her,” Rose Woollard, who’d identified Everard since they had been classmates at Durham College, told the BBC March 5, describing her as “lovely, considerate and extremely form.”
Everard had been enthusiastic about her new job as a senior advertising and marketing account supervisor, Woollard stated, including, “This can be very uncharacteristic of her to have gone lacking, which is why we’re all deeply involved one thing has occurred to her.” She additionally instructed the Mail On-line she had spoken to her good friend earlier within the day on March 3, and “she was nice. We talked about how boring our days have been. I feel she was coping with lockdown like all of us are.”