Chapter Six
Rafferty was still silently cursing himself the next day for not thinking about Mrs Brown’s photo albums straightaway. And cursing Llewellyn equally for not turning back immediately he’d asked him to. He had instructed Mary Carmody to look through the albums, once forensic had cleared them, armed with their last picture of Joey Briggs, and the reconstruct of the woman they supposed was his estranged wife, that she’d worked on with the police artist.
It was only when he saw the woman seated at Mrs Brown’s bedside in the hospital that he wondered whether she was one of her daughters; if so, it was just possible that she might also have a photo of Joey Briggs’ famous BBQs.
This was delicate. He didn’t want to upset her further, but this could advance their bogged-down investiga
