TWENTY MINUTES LATER, they drew up in Mickey’s girlfriend’s Renault at a caravan site further up the Essex coast. Mickey’s girlfriend was someone else Rafferty knew he would have to square away, but she would wait as she was currently staying round the corner from the flat looking after her sick mother. He filed the thought away to think about later. Maybe, by then he would have come up with some believable tale.
Fortunately, the site where the bitterly complaining at the early phone call, but eventually obliging, Algy Edwards, had a caravan, wasn’t one of those sites that catered for year-round caravan hire. Neither did it have any residents permanently on site. Rafferty had made sure to check on both points before settling on it.
From what they could see of it in the gloom, the place l
