“Well, that was a waste of time,” I moaned as we drove along past my school, Parklands and back towards home. “Not necessarily,” Dad replied, not exactly trying to be upbeat, but maintaining a neutral stance, “what did you expect them to do, Simon? Put their blue light on and speed around to Luke Booth’s to arrest him?” “No, but I thought they may have been grateful to receive a valuable lead in a murder investigation. The police have already told us that every eye witness who saw Colin that day said he was with an older boy wearing a baseball cap.” “That doesn’t necessarily mean it was Luke Booth or his baseball cap.” “True, but as I told you before we went to the station, I reckon the police must know what sort of baseball cap it was. I just have a hunch it was a New York Yankees baseball cap, so I thought if I told them that Boffin owned one, they may realise it was definitely him who was with Luke and probably him who killed him.”
