THINGS AT LAST SEEMED to be going his way. Because when Rafferty returned to his office and tried Lancelot Bliss again, the doctor answered on the first ring. And after Rafferty had explained what he wanted to know, Bliss proved as generous as ever with information.
‘Got a flat in the town centre. Why do you ask?’
‘Let’s just say your comment set me thinking. Well, that and a little bird.’
‘What little bird’s that, Inspector? Not a nice little uniformed one? I’m partial to a uniform myself. If she’s got a
friend—?’
‘Not that kind of bird,’ Rafferty told him, before he said goodbye and put the phone down.
He finally believed he was getting to the crux of the case. After all the lies, complications and evasions he was convinced he was almost there and that the difficulties were behind
