Chapter Thirty-TwoIt took longer for DCI Johnson and Sergeant Andrews to reach the jewellery shop on Pink Lane than they had first thought. With the weather being so bad, more people had decided to drive to their place of work, rather than walk or stand in bus queues.
More than once, Alan had been tempted to switch on the blue flashing lights fitted to his car for emergencies, but he kept telling himself that this wasn't an emergency. Or was it?
The person who had ordered the cufflinks and tiepin from the shop could already be trying to flee the area. Worse still, he could already be out of the country. The police hadn't allowed the information about the items found to reach the press or the television news broadcasts, fearing it would alert the killer. Yet, if they did belong to the mur
