AS RAFFERTY’S RACING-driver motoring out of the car park had indicated, he was impatient to get to his destination. They even got to Norwich in one piece, though not without reducing Llewellyn’s sallow Welsh colouring to something approaching tallow.
But Rafferty had ignored all Llewellyn’s cautious warnings on the way, as he ignored all his recriminatory reproaches once they had arrived at the Norwich police station and parked up.
‘Quit griping, Daff. Do you want these Norfolk boys to steal all our thunder? Which they will if we don’t manage to get there before they find the right piece of CCTV footage.’
They were immediately directed up to the viewing room, which was filled with excited Norwich cops working their way through the pile of tapes and talking about ‘compooters’ in their No
