‘I’d vote for an independent Yorkshire any day of the week,’ concluded Sant as they deposited their trays on the clearing racks.
‘What did you say that magazine was called, Inspector?’
‘Red Lamp.’
‘I’ll search for it on academic portals and get back to you.’
Sant thanked Tony and made to leave, but once he reached the refectory doors he did an about turn. He hurried back through the refectory and then along a windowed corridor crowded with students, spotting the bald-headed Tony on the way. But it wasn’t the historian he was following. Further down the extraordinarily long corridor – effectively a skywalk adjoining otherwise disconnected buildings – he could see a bobbing head of hair. There was no doubt who it belonged to.
Professor Rothwell.
Sant had noticed Rothwell loitering in t
