AS SOON AS THEY HAD deposited Mrs Hadleigh with the Photo-fit man, and Rafferty had uttered further assurances, they left them to it. There was too much work ahead of them to spare any of it holding a witness's hand.
'Right,' he said. 'Let's get on with it. I want you to send WPC Green along to the local Astrological Society. Astell said he and Moon were both members. I also want her to go to the TV Studios where Moon did his morning show. Tell her to ask around and see what she can find out. About Moon, Astell, the rest of the staff and the set up there.' Liz Green was good with people, Rafferty knew. Had a way of drawing them out—just like Moon. 'Get someone to contact the editors of the magazines he supplied with astrological forecasts. He'd worked for several of them for some time—mig
