THANKFULLY, THE RUSH hour had nearly finished by the time Rafferty started the return journey and he made it in less than half the time.
Back at the station, he hurried along to his office, confident that Llewellyn would still be there; probably compiling more lists from his collection of gazetteers. To his surprise, the office was empty, the lights were off, and the room had that lonely, desolate air that hangs around places when the inhabitants have long gone.
Puzzled, Rafferty walked along the corridor to the CID room, and thrust open the door. ‘Anyone seen Sergeant Llewellyn?’ he asked of the room at large.
Only Lilley, still working on his own lists, and Hanks, who was helping him, were in occupation. They both shook their heads. More puzzled than ever and starting to get irritated
