Chapter Thirteen
‘WE’VE GOT A WITNESS who claims she saw Susie Sutherland near The Railway Arms on the night her father was murdered,’ Llewellyn said as he put down the phone.
Rafferty swung his chair back from his contemplation of the weather—it was tipping it down and the leaves of the trees opposite his office drooped forlornly with the weight of water as it dripped from them. ‘So how positive is this witness?’
‘Very. She knows Susie Sutherland well by sight. In fact, she says she only noticed her because Miss Sutherland appeared rather furtive.’
‘Furtive? In what way furtive?’
‘She was walking along very close in to the hedges and was wearing a headscarf close around her face as if she didn’t want to be recognised.’
‘Is that so?’ Rafferty sat forward. ‘So where’s this witness now
