CHAPTER TWENTY
It was much later that day, after Ellen Kemp and her friends had been brought to the station and charged, when Rafferty and Llewellyn were getting ready to go home, that the phone rang. Rafferty had been prepared to let it ring, but Llewellyn, never one to ignore duty's call, picked it up. The conversation didn't take long.
'Guess who that was,' he invited Rafferty once he’d put the ‘phone down.
Rafferty shrugged.
'Remember our travelling salesman who noted, and lost, the registration number of the Zephyr?'
He nodded.
'He's finally found the piece of paper and surprise, surprise—'
'It's the same as that on Sinead Fay's car,' Rafferty finished for him. Llewellyn nodded. 'Pity he didn't manage to find it before.'
'If he had we may well have concentrated our attention m
