‘Good question, Harry. The chief obviously knows something, otherwise we’d still be home reading the paper or whatever, and Bill Norris would be trying to figure this out. Chief Inspector Rankin is a big game hunter, Harry. These guys were never his target.’
While they were going over their observations, and the information they had received from the women, to see if they could join their dots into a coherent pattern, two young constables arrived in a patrol car to secure the scene for Forensics.
On their way back to the station, Carl’s mobile beeped to let him know he was back in range and had a message. He checked his voice mail.
‘Seems nobody knows where Sean Moore is.’
When they got back to town they paid a visit to Brian Butterfield, who told them he hadn’t seen his father for yea
