WHEN RAFFERTY GOT HOME Cyrus told him that Abra had gone to bed with a headache. ‘I took her a cup of tea up. That should help.’
Rafferty just managed a taut smile and a ‘thank you’. Poor Abra. Not only had she to deal with their four visitors alone, but Cyrus had forced more tea on her. You’re going to cop it, Rafferty told himself as he said good night and headed upstairs.
But thankfully, whether or not her headache was real, Abra had gone to sleep. He crept about the bedroom, fearful of waking her. He’d have to get up extra early in the morning in order to beat Cyrus to the kitchen. It was too much to expect Abra to put up with Cyrus’s morning tea two days running.
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THE NEXT DAY WAS EVEN busier as their interviewees were further afield. They had yet to interview Ainsley’
