Chapter Three
ONLY A COUPLE OF DAYS later Rafferty sat in The Huntsman, one of several riverside pubs in Elmhurst. It wasn’t one of his usual haunts, being a bit up-market, modern and, with its vast selection of ‘Alco-pops’, clearly designed to appeal to the younger generation. But, keen to get into his ‘Nigel’ persona he had thought it the sort of place that would appeal to Nigel, though when he’d checked with his cousin that this wasn’t one of his preferred drinking holes; Nigel had laughed the idea to scorn down Rafferty’s borrowed mobile.
Unwilling to arrive at the Made in Heaven party smelling of drink with the appearance of needing Dutch courage, he’d bought orange juice instead of his customary Jamesons or a pint of Adnams. Trouble was, Dutch courage was exactly what he needed. Bu
