CHAPTER NINE
However, for the moment, the car wasn't going to tell them anything more, and Rafferty and Llewellyn walked round to the front of the house. After radioing through to the station to check that the car was Sinead Fay's, they walked up the path and knocked on the door.
Although Rafferty had never met Sinead Fay, he had heard of her and what had happened to her, so he knew what to expect. However, the reality was still shocking and he tried not to stare at the ruin of her face as he quickly made the introductions.
The doctors had done a fairly neat job of stitching up the knife slashes, but some of them had gone deep—to the dermis and beyond, to the layer of subcutaneous fat beneath. Eight years ago, the techniques for repairing such facial injuries hadn't been as advanced as
