STAINFORTH COLLEGE was ten miles the other side of Chelmsford. It was a large Edwardian building, with grounds as extensive as Griffin’s. Llewellyn had managed to speak to the Deputy Head, who had come in to organise the new term’s timetables. She had agreed to speak to them, even after he had told her the reason they needed to find out more about Adam Ainsley.
Mrs Hall was a casually dressed forty-something. She’d unlocked the main door for them and given them directions to her office. They’d found her with no trouble, and once they were seated in front of her desk that was piled high with papers and files, Rafferty soon brought her to the point of discussing Ainsley.
‘I gather he studied for a career as a Sports Instructor after his professional rugby career finished, which is how he e
