Chapter Eighteen
RAFFERTY TURNED TO Llewellyn as he lifted the telephone receiver. 'I think I now know the identity of the real murderer.' He began to dial. 'A phone call should confirm it.' He spoke to one of the officers who had conducted the search of the Astells' house. What he said confirmed what Rafferty's dream had already told him.
'Know what?' he asked Llewellyn as he stood up. 'We've been looking at this murder all wrong. I reckon that's exactly what we were intended to do. I don't think this was ever an impetuous, spur of the moment, crime at all.' He made for the door, struggling into his jacket as he went. 'Come on, Dafyd. There's no time to lose. We should never have let Mrs Astell go. I hope to God we're in time to prevent another murder.'
It seemed he had arrived at his
