THEIR LUCKY BREAK TURNED up the next day when Kyle Staveley was traced in London. Rafferty sent one of his officers to town to fetch him back to Elmhurst. On his arrival, he was put in an interview room to wait while Rafferty telephoned his father.
John Staveley must have broken the speed limit he took such a short time to reach the police station. Rafferty went down and met him in reception. ‘This way, Mr Staveley.’ Rafferty led him to interview room one and settled him down in a chair next to his son. Llewellyn was hard on their heels and sat down next to Rafferty. He started the tapes running and intoned the details of those present.
‘Right, Kyle,’ Rafferty began. ‘Perhaps you can start by telling us why you ran away.’
There was silence for a full ten seconds before Kyle answered, th
