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Chapter Nine THANKFULLY, BY THE time Llewellyn returned to the station it was too late in the evening for him to begin checking out Nigel’s contacts. At home, Rafferty spent the intervening hours considering what time-consuming task he could give Llewellyn that would leave him unable to make a start on the check. The answer came to him as he mentally reviewed the statements the team had collected during the day. Guy Cranston had said a cabbie had rung through on the intercom some ten minutes after he had seen Nigel leaving the first party with Jenny Warburton, to get him to open the gate. As the supposed Blythe was the only person Cranston recalled leaving around that time, he had presumed Blythe had ordered the cab. Rafferty seized on this information with relief. And while he might com