Nine
The Incident Room desk sergeant came into Carl’s office.
‘You might be interested in this, Inspector,’ he said, handing over a piece of paper from the folder he was holding. ‘Came in last night after you had gone home. I remembered Harry saying you were going to check out some bookies on Saturday in connection to the Moore case. This guy is a bookie.’
Carl looked at the Missing Person report. One Michael Murphy, aged sixty, had been reported missing by his son.
‘What’s the son’s story?’
‘Reckons that his father hadn’t answered his phone for a few days. Thought he’d better check on him. Found the place open but no sign of his father,’ said the sergeant.
‘Do we have a picture?’
The sergeant took an A4 print of a photograph out of the folder he was holding.
‘Call the son and tell
