Chapter Eleven
KYLE STAVELEY HAD STILL not been found by the next day, in spite of all their efforts to trace him. If he had disappeared into London’s vast maw, there was no telling when he’d be found. But meanwhile, the rest of the investigation was continuing. Not that that was going any better than the hunt for Kyle. No new leads had turned up and no new evidence against their current crop of suspects had been found. Rafferty didn’t know what to do next to get the results the super was demanding. He’d done everything by the book, with no result worthy of the name. Despairing, he asked Llewellyn if he had any suggestions.
‘Only one,’ the Welshman replied. ‘And that’s to check all the CCTV footage along the most likely routes from our suspects’ homes to the Staveleys’ house to see if on
