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Chapter Six-3
THE NEXT MORNING, LLEWELLYN was in the police station bright and early. Rafferty found him hovering like an alert greyhound when he reached his office. And as he studied the witness’ statements, Dr Sam Dally’s post-mortem findings and the grisly photographs of the two dead girls, Llewellyn commented, ‘Looks to me as if we might have a misogynist on our hands.’ ‘A what-onist?’ Rafferty asked with a frown that blurred his already blurred vision even more. His headache was back with a vengeance. It made concentration difficult. ‘A woman-hater. A man with a pathological loathing of women. According to Harry Simpson’s reports and Dr Dally’s post-mortem findings, both victims were killed in a frenzied blood-letting. There was hatred there. Although it seems likely they died quickly both women
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