CHAPTER TEN
They drove back to the station. The Council workmen had finished the belated erection of the Christmas decorations, and were standing about admiring their handiwork as throngs of busy shoppers bustled past.
With a guilty pang, Rafferty remembered he hadn't yet been to see his niece, Gemma, as he'd intended. Hopefully, if nothing broke between now and Christmas, he'd be able to make time to get round to his sister's.
It wouldn't be today, though, he realised, when they entered the office. Although Liz Green and Lilley had yet to return to the station – with or without a few nosey neighbours in tow – there was plenty to keep them busy. On his desk, a pile of reports awaited attention, among them statements from householders near the woods, from motorists who had been in the vi
