CHAPTER ELEVENBy the next day, they'd managed to turn up nothing on the cab firms and the hospital staff were extremely vague about precisely when Miss Parry had picked up her car, but that was about par for the course, Rafferty reflected wearily. Even the telephone call that evening to the Wilks’s home had been from a public phone, which, to Rafferty, seemed suspicious. Who, in these days of mobiles, used a public phone? Someone with a need to hide their tracks, seemed the obvious solution. But there was little point now, after so many hours had passed, in getting a team there to check for prints.
None of the staff, or those patients whom they'd so far spoken to, had admitted to knowing Linda, either. Nor, at the hospital or anywhere else, had anyone identified the girl in the pub from S
