Chapter Five
AS HE PAID OFF THE taxi in the road where his brother lived and glanced around the dark street empty but for the tail end of a milk float disappearing around the corner, Rafferty pulled his collar up to shield his face and tucked his chin into his chest. The last thing he needed was a neighbour with a crying child peering out of a bedroom window and spotting him. He was a frequent visitor to his brother’s flat and his face was well known, so the fewer people able to identify him or reveal his presence here this morning, the better.
The early December day was, at just after six o’clock, still pitch black, with a chill wind that brought with it a feeling of foreboding. It had Rafferty shivering in his thin suit jacket. He had been forced, just in case he had met anyone in the
