MICKEY, FOR ONCE, MUST be doing as instructed, and keeping his head down and the caravan curtains firmly closed, for Rafferty had heard no reports of a man behaving suspiciously at the caravan park. But even if he managed to continue to do the sensible thing, Rafferty couldn’t be sure his brother’s identity wouldn’t be revealed sooner rather than later. He reminded himself again that he had better look sharp about discovering the identity of the real killer.
Fortunately, so far at least, no one had had the opportunity to put a name to the face in the photo fit, though he couldn’t believe this good fortune would last once it hit the street.
There again, it might, because none of his family, certainly neither of his brothers, had ever socialised with Rafferty in police circles. And even th
