Chapter Twelve
AFTER THEY’D HAD A brief chat about the case with a DI Apsley, Rafferty’s opposite number at Norwich Police Station, and received directions to Sir Rufus Seward’s estate, they got a taxi back to their car, and drove northwards out of the city. The estate was, as Apsley had said, several miles outside Norwich, but it was a short journey as the traffic was surprisingly light.
On their arrival at their destination, even from the gate Rafferty could see Seward’s estate was a sizeable place.
‘The rewards of sin,’ he remarked. ‘For sure, God’s lot have never shown me much favour. Maybe I should give up on religion and the God-botherers’ altogether, and sign up with Old Nick’s crew instead?’
‘I thought you already had,’ Llewellyn commented coolly, before he got out and pressed
