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RAFFERTY STAYED LONG enough to eat the Chinese takeaway that Wendy and Cyrus brought back with them, and then he returned to the office for an hour. It was as well that he did, for, unusually, Bradley showed his face. It wasn’t like him to show his face at weekends and Rafferty guessed he’d turned up specially to check up on him. It seemed Simon Fairweather’s status as a suspect really had got him seriously rattled. The investigation wasn’t progressing well. It wasn’t progressing at all, in Bradley’s opinion, as he told Rafferty with all the force of a Cyrus led revival meeting. But Rafferty couldn’t find fault with his super’s logic. Much as he’d like to. Each of the suspects had managed to refute any suspicion of guilt by the simple expedient of saying that their previous relationship