It was Llewellyn on the phone. They'd found Massey's car. It had been abandoned in the port town of Harwich.
'Harwich,' Rafferty muttered. He scowled as he strained to hear Llewellyn over Jobsworth's loud reproaches. 'Whose ferries operate from there?'
'I've checked,' Llewellyn told him. 'Sealink and Scandinavian Ferries both run services from there; Sealink to the Hook of Holland and the Scandinavian line to Esbjerg and Gothenburg.'
'Could be he's headed somewhere else altogether. Left the car at Harwich to fool us and took a train to Portsmouth, Dover, New Haven, Felixstowe or some other sea or airport. He could still be just about anywhere.'
'I gather Ms Probyn wasn't able to help you then?'
Rafferty grimaced. His answer was brief and to the point. 'I'll be back there in five minut
