THE TEACHERS AT THE school formed an orderly queue – metaphorically speaking – to answer his questions. At least the majority of them did, deciding in which order they’d be grilled, bearing in mind their classes, their free periods, and so on.
Rafferty tried to be accommodating, but he sensed a tension in the attitude of the teachers, and wondered why. Of course the murder of one of their colleagues was cause enough, but he felt a drawing back that was unusual, almost as if, while they wanted to help, they were also aware of their position and the play the students would get out of it. A certain wariness, too, overly conscious that perhaps one of them was a murderer.
David Lodge was clearly one of the reluctant ones. He came hesitantly into the room, looking both scared and upset. When R
