AFTER HIS HUMBLING brainwave on the photographer front, he was driving back to the station when another brainwave came to him; one to do with their murder investigation this time, which made a change. He told Llewellyn about it as soon as he got back to the office.
‘We already know there was collusion between the residents indebted to Forbes. They agreed to lie about not seeing Harrison on the afternoon he was murdered But what if they colluded before his death?’
‘What? All of them? Like Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express, you mean? Old Emily Parker and the two young women, too? Surely not?’
‘A collusion too far, you think?’
‘I’d say so.’
Rafferty grunted. ‘Maybe you’re right. It was just an idea.’
‘Not one that runs, I wouldn’t think.’
‘Try this one for size then. I had
