Chapter Thirteen
RAFFERTY SETTLED HIMSELF in the passenger seat for the journey back to Elmhurst while Llewellyn went through his pernickety pre-driving checks of repositioning the rear-view mirror, which hadn’t been moved since they’d left Elmhurst, checking the wipers and windscreen wash bottle were working, and generally being infuriating to the time-strapped Rafferty.
But as he had decided, as a sop, to allow Llewellyn to get behind the wheel again on the return journey, he didn’t express these criticisms out loud. Instead, to distract himself, Rafferty asked, ‘What do you reckon to Canthorpe and the Farraday brothers? They were all obligingly confiding today.’
‘Mm. They were certainly anxious to relocate our suspicions elsewhere.’
Rafferty nodded. ‘Understandable, I suppose, in th
