MICKEY HADN’T LOOKED too good the following morning when Rafferty woke him with a cup of tea and a dose of Paracetamol. But Rafferty had retrieved their previous night’s battle plan, and left him clutching their plan, trying to look suitably militaristic. He’d brought Abra a cup, but she’d still been fast asleep, and he’d left her with a kiss.
He drove slowly to the office so as not to disturb his headache. When he went in, he saw Mary in the detectives’ office, looking over the shoulder of the police artist, and he went in.
The artist was working on the picture of the woman who had been so adamant that she hadn’t known their victim. While Rafferty nursed his throbbing head and thought, never again, he found his interest sparked.
Mary glanced over, took one look at Rafferty and raised h
