Holdsworth scrutinised the projected images intently. ‘Hang on, has the BMW left?’
‘No. And there’s no other way out.’
‘Which means the two vehicles were in the vicinity of each other,’ Appleyard said matter-of-factly.
‘Any way of identifying the drivers?’ asked Sant.
Capstick snorted. ‘Sadly not, sir. We’ve got tree branches and pouring rain and pitch-black night to contend with.’
‘How long did they stay?’
The constable played with his cursor again. ‘Not long. The Land Rover leaves first. Here it goes, turning left at the end of Woodhall Road and back towards the A647. The time is now 1.39am.’
‘Stuck around for just five minutes,’ commented one of the other detectives.
‘And four minutes later the BMW exits but turns the other way, right towards the bakery entrance where this camer
