RAFFERTY ASKED LLEWELLYN for the car keys and got behind the wheel of the car, but he didn’t turn the ignition. ‘Given this latest information, we really need to speak to Jeremy Paxton. Shame the bugger’s on holiday in Portugal.’
‘What are you thinking?’ Llewellyn asked. ‘Are you thinking that it’s likely that Mr Paxton would want revenge for his half nephew’s suicide? I have to say, I don’t agree. After all, his relationship with the boy was fractional. And from what Mrs Paxton said, he can have hardly known David.’
‘I know.’ Llewellyn was expressing the thoughts that had already occurred to him, debunking his latest theory before he’d even mentioned it. ‘But it’s got to be investigated, even if it comes to nothing. Maybe his neighbours would know exactly where in Portugal he went?’
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