Chapter Nine
THE DAY PASSED SLOWLY, with little more by way of evidence coming in. The team were still checking the CCTV footage, but had yet to sight Forbes’s Mercedes.
Rafferty, still in pursuit of a honeymoon on the cheap, had been asking around in the station and had found two members of staff with holiday homes abroad. He button-holed one of them by the simple expedient of hanging around reception until his quarry walked through the doors.
‘Tom, my old mate, my old mucker,’ Rafferty began. ‘Just the man I wanted to see. Let’s go up to the canteen and have some tea. My treat.’
Tom Kendall’s thick eyebrows rose. ‘Your treat? What are you after, Joe?’
‘Me? Why would I be after anything?’
Tom just looked at him, but said nothing. They fell into step and soon they were seated on oppo
