THE MALE MORTUARY ASSISTANT strolled along the bank of drawers, pulled out two and withdrew the concealing sheets from both bodies. ‘Here are your Lonely Hearts victims, Inspector. Take a look and welcome,’ he invited in a tone of black cheer that he must have caught from Sam Dally.
Rafferty managed to bite back the sharp retort. But given that he’d taken a fancy – more than a fancy – to the two victims, he was feeling especially sensitive. He had feared he would feel like a voyeur when he stared at their naked flesh. Thankfully, as he edged forward till he was peering into the face that the toe-tag assured him was Jenny Warburton, the fates relented and saved him from feeling this additional guilt. All he felt was the deep sadness of grief.
After hearing Simpson and Llewellyn’s descript
