Chapter Eight
Laura Scott’s fiat was surprisingly spacious, light and airy, and full of unseasonal sunshine. It was especially welcome after yesterday, with its gusting sleet.
Rafferty took a few moments to get a “feel” for the place. He stood in the living room and looked around him.
The living room was very feminine, with yellow chintz settees with big cushions in a matching material. Nothing overpowering, they just looked attractive with the slanting winter sun bringing out their yellow hues. Altogether, the room seemed filled with sunshine, and he stood for a moment just basking in it. There were several bookcases crammed with books, mostly modern fiction, but there was a fair smattering of classics, too, but nothing too heavy. She even had a copy of Rebecca, which he had read and l
