BACK AT THE STATION, Rafferty had a cup of tea, both to settle his stomach and revive him for the rest of the day, while Llewellyn, who was fortunate to have no ill-effects from PMs, gathered the latest reports from the team.
Rafferty finished his tea and started to perk up. ‘That’s better. I don’t know what it is about post mortems, but they always leave me dry.’
‘Really? I wonder what it is that makes you go green during them, too?’
‘Es tu Brutus?’ Rafferty was pleased to see that he’d his ever-so-erudite sergeant looked not only perplexed at such a remark coming from his far-from-erudite Inspector, but embarrassed, too, at his less than kind remark. Rafferty was glad he’d read his cornflakes packet that morning. ‘Why don’t we just see where we’re at instead of baiting me? Anything fr
