RAFFERTY’S TWO DAYS’ Paternity Leave went past all too swiftly, and to make up for taking them, and catch up on things generally, he was in at seven the next morning. Llewellyn was back, to judge by the pristine state of the office; there were no piles of paper or files anywhere. He would be interested to learn where charm alone had got the Welshman with his mysterious female witness.
But, as he’d beaten even the ever-early Welshman, Rafferty sent him a quick text, to say that if anybody wanted him, he was with the profs. It was time he showed his face at the archaeology site, in any case, and give the profs the opportunity to quiz him. Besides, he knew he wouldn’t be doing his job properly if he didn’t quiz them. Just because the victim had criminal connections was no reason to concentra
