Chapter Nine
There was no one in the Senior Common Room when they returned to Griffin School, not even the lager-drinking Sebastian Kennedy. Rafferty concluded that the reunees were probably packing in anticipation of their return home tomorrow at the end of their week. He’d give anything to come up with the answer to the murder before they went, but he had nothing, nothing but intangible this and intangible that. None of it would be enough for the Crown Prosecution Service, who liked their proof of the conclusive sort.
He crossed the corridor to the office and he and Llewellyn started packing up, too, in anticipation of their own move back to the police station. There was no point in keeping on their temporary office with their suspects decamped. Once the packing was done, he went in se
