Last Bus to Woodstock

‘Do you think I'm wasting your time, Lewis?’

Lewis was nobody’s fool and was a man of some honesty and integrity.

‘Yes, sir.’

An engaging smile crept across Morse’s mouth. He thought they could get on well together . . .

The death of Sylvia Kaye figured dramatically in Thursday afternoon’s edition of the Oxford Mail. By Friday evening, Inspector Morse had informed the nation that the police were looking for a dangerous man.

But as the obvious leads fade into twilight and darkness, Morse becomes more and more convinced that passion holds the key . . .