Chapter NineAlan had almost reached the trees and was beginning to believe he and his sergeant were on a wild goose chase when he suddenly saw a tiny shred of material lying in front of him.
It was either navy blue or black. It was wet, which made it difficult to tell either way. He had been extremely lucky to spot it lying on a patch of dark leaves. Alan tried not to get too excited as he carefully picked it up between his gloved fingers and placed it in an evidence bag. It might amount to nothing. There was the possibility that it had been carried here from another part of the park, or even from the Town Moor, by a bird building a nest in one of the nearby trees. But, if luck was on his side, it could be something left by the killer when he dropped off the body.
Alan slid the bag into
