‘YOU SAID THERE’D BE no grief. Nothing dicey you said, but—’
‘I know what I said,’ Rafferty had told him. ‘But be fair—how was I to know some murdering madman would join the dating agency? I know I’ve landed you in the s**t and—’
‘Damn right you have. And if it wasn’t for the fact that my love life’s a thousand times more successful than yours and gives me a rock solid alibi for Saturday night I’d be in it up to my neck. It’s no thanks to you that I’m not.’
Rafferty supposed he should be grateful that Jerry’s boasts about his love-life were not idle ones and provided him with a solid alibi from an unimpeachable if undoubtedly slightly promiscuous source.
‘Look, my colleagues may not realise it yet, but believe me, you’re out of it,’ Rafferty assured him. ‘I’m the one in it up to the ne
