Chapter Eleven
Alice Douglas lived in Norwich. It was a straight run once they got on the A11, and even with the traffic, it took no more than an hour and a half to reach the city’s ring road. ‘Where now?’ Rafferty asked. The heat had made the satnav go all cranky and Llewellyn consulted the notes he had taken from the A-Z of the city before giving him directions. The Welshman was as efficient in this as he was in everything else, and shortly after, Rafferty pulled up outside a neat terraced house in a suburban street.
The front garden was paved over to accommodate a car, but pots were dotted around the edges and sprouted red geraniums and poppies and tall, creamy lilies.
A young woman in her late teens answered the door and when Rafferty showed her his warrant card and introduced them,
