CHAPTER 16
TOWER BRIDGE, AND CROYDON, LONDON
Vance could be excused for letting his mind wander because he had seen this recording twice. So, when Shepherd nudged him excitedly, he returned abruptly to concentrate.
“Pause it there!” he said to the security officer, who was obligingly running the film for them. “Any chance of zooming in on that man?” A couple of taps and the figure by the parked vehicle enlarged. “Slowly forwards, please.” The driver strolled, seemingly without a care in the world, around the back of the white delivery van and, turning to face the camera, bent to get in.
“b****y hell! That’s Billy Brayford!” Vance’s adrenalin pumped.
Shepherd, who hadn’t yet seen the suspect, asked: “How sure are you?”
“I spoke with him only yesterday, Shep. I haven’t a shred of doubt
