Chapter Nineteen“Well, that was a waste of time,” Alan grumbled, as he and his sergeant climbed into his car.
They had called at Larry Parker's address only to find there was no one home. A couple of neighbours had told them that both Larry's parents were at work at this time of the day. One had tried to be helpful by informing them that Mr and Mrs Parker's son worked at the Millennium Hotel on the quayside, before she closed the door.
“Why didn't he come home? Do you think he's made a run for it?” Sergeant Andrews pulled his seat belt around him as he spoke. “Maybe we should get some men to the Central Station and Newcastle Airport, just in case.”
“Andrews! You need to get a grip.” Alan said, as he started the engine. “The lad is only about eighteen or nineteen years old. Would you hav
