ADRIAN APPLEBY AND his forensic team had long gone. What was there to find in such a bloodless death, when the family’s fingerprints and hairs and other leavings were naturally to be found all over the house, even in Sophia Egerton’s bedroom?
The family were in the drawing room with the television turned low. Rafferty could hear, just, the theme tune for ‘Who Wants to be a Millionaire’. It was a programme he liked; he enjoyed pitting his wits against the question setter. He glanced at his watch. He might catch the last half-hour if he left now. ‘There’s nothing else to be done tonight, Dafyd. What say we shoot off home?’
Llewellyn frowned. ‘I should type up the interviews this evening.’
‘What’s the urgency? There’s nothing there but a lot of negatives: “No, I don’t know who killed Grann
