Chapter Four
It was after nine when Rafferty got home. He’d barely got out of his jacket, when his brother, Mickey, turned up. He looked as if he’d been crying. Rafferty sighed inwardly. Bang went his thoughts of relaxing with Abra for what remained of the evening. He stifled the sigh and found a smile from somewhere. ‘Mickey. What’s the matter?’
Mickey sniffed, ran his arm over his nose, and said, ‘My girlfriend. Tara. She’s dumped me.’
Rafferty thought, Again? Mickey and Tara had been together for five years. It was a tempestuous relationship at the best of times. Tara was the sort of girl who always tried to better her man, whereas Mickey, a trained carpenter and joiner, was perfectly happy as he was, and tended to treat her bettering attempts as some sort of joke. It seemed, this ti
