RAFFERTY TURNED TO his screen as an email pinged. He was expecting an email from Bradley, full of exhortations, and demands on the case, and was surprised to find one from Cambridge University.
‘Cambridge University,’ he said to Llewellyn. ‘What do you bet they want to give me an Honorary Degree?’ Fortunately, Llewellyn wasn’t the sarcastic type, so he didn’t say that an Honorary Degree was the only one he was likely to receive.
Curious, he wondered who’d be writing to him from there. He opened it. And found the list he’d asked for from Humphrey Wiggins, the Site Supervisor at the dig. He printed it, and glanced down it, amused to find it confirmed that Humphrey “Billy No-Mates” Wiggins definitely had no alibi. Neither did young Sven Daniels or two of the professors. Oh, well. At least i
