Chapter Fourteen
RAFFERTY'S OPTIMISM didn't last long. Far from being any nearer the centre of the maze, he hadn't even managed to find the entrance. There had been no second harvest, either, and certainly no sign of an orange grove of juicy clues ripe for the plucking. The feeling that he'd missed something; something so obvious that he was incapable of seeing it, persisted and it didn't help that Llewellyn intimated that his blindness was caused by his growing obsession with proving Melville-Briggs's guilt. Could he be right? Was he letting his antagonism to Melville-Briggs warp his judgement? It wouldn't be the first time, of course. Luckily Llewellyn didn't know that.
His sergeant had only joined the Essex force from the Welsh borders some two months earlier, just before Rafferty's o
