Chapter Three
RAFFERTY CAUGHT UP with two of the uniformed officers on house-to-house duties. ‘I’ll want a list of everyone in the street asap,’ he told them. ‘Especially those in the odd house numbers one to thirteen. They had the best access to the alley. How many people are we talking about on that side of the street?’
‘Adults and mid-teens, it’s thirteen, sir,’ replied Constable Claire Allen, the newest member of the team, after she had done a swift tally up.
There was that number again, thought Rafferty, his superstitious side giving him goose bumps. He hoped it wasn’t going to turn out to be as unlucky for him as it had been for Jaws Harrison.
‘How many of the thirteen look possibles?’
‘Ten, sir. One of the thirteen is a woman in an advanced stage of pregnancy, and two are elder
