His very life depended on whatever plan of action he came up with. And he had to come up with it fast, like immediately!
His destination was not far, and he knew the route well. He was also aware, as a police force should, that between him and Chelmsford were two sets of roadworks; he might get delayed, could give him some thinking time; he still hadn't thought how he could resolve his dilemma, but he was comforted by the fact that it was still only an outside possibility after all these years they would find any useful trace on this comb: however, they might - and this was his quandary. His mind was working overtime and he clutched at a straw of an idea which required him to go home first.
Later, whilst sat in the roadworks in a traffic-light queue waiting for the on-coming vehicles to
