Chapter Eleven
Yet another day had come round with no suspect apprehended. Rafferty decided to start the day with a team briefing to get them all fired up rather than stagnating. He got Llewellyn to put the word round, finished his second cup of tea ,and made his way to the Incident Room.
The chatter died down as he walked from the door to the front of the room. He counted faces, made sure everyone was there, before he began.
‘Well. We seem to be at an impasse. Seven suspects. No clues – beyond the circumstantial – equals an unhappy superintendent. And an unhappy superintendent means everyone else is on the anti-depressants. Anyone got any ideas how we proceed? I’ll take all reasonable suggestions, even rude ones.’ He stood and waited, then a tentative hand went up. He was surprised tha
