TWO DAYS LATER, THEY still didn’t have an identity for the dead man. Rafferty had now bitten the bullet, and contacted the families of those mispers who bore a likeness to the dead man. They would be coming in at various times during today and tomorrow. It was likely to get pretty emotional. He’d asked Mary Carmody to make herself available; she was a comforting sort, so at least they’d get tea and sympathy, if nothing else. That was all that everyone but one family would get when the misper didn’t turn out to be one of their mispers. Unless no one recognised him. Then he’d be needing the tea and sympathy. Because Rafferty was getting anxious. And not only for his investigation.
Abra still hadn’t had the baby, and was now officially late. She was snapping, and he felt helpless in face of
