Chapter Fourteen
‘YOU SEEM PRETTY SURE that the pub landlord, Andy Strong, didn’t kill Sutherland. So what about Sutherland’s son?’ Superintendent Bradley demanded during the next morning’s inquest into what Rafferty was or wasn’t doing in the Sutherland murders investigation. ‘The MOMs seem to be stacked again him.’
‘Motive and opportunity, anyway,’ Rafferty corrected. His lips twitched at Bradley’s frown. The Super didn’t like anyone to correct him, especially not him. Good reason for doing it, of course. He twisted the non-existent knife. ‘As to the means, we have no proof that Ian Sutherland was carrying a blade. And we have failed to find one on his route from the pub to the night-club.’
‘He had motive and opportunity, that’s enough for me. Makes me wonder why you’ve failed to arre
