Chapter Eleven
ONLY TOO AWARE THAT Bradley was capable of baiting a trap and waiting to see what fell in, Rafferty was wary. ‘I don’t know what you mean, sir,’ he said.
‘Allow me to enlighten you. Dereliction of duty is what I mean. Correct me if I’m wrong, but it was you I put in charge of the Lonely Hearts murders?’ Obviously, this was a rhetorical question, because Bradley didn’t wait for a reply. ‘Only it seems that Sergeant Llewellyn’s running it and doing nearly all of the vital witness interviews. What’s going on, Rafferty? Bottle gone since Llewellyn stole your thunder on your last investigation?’
‘No sir.’
‘You do want to solve this case I take it?’
‘Of course I do, sir.’ And how. ‘But there was a lot to do and I had to prioritise. Amongst other things, I felt it was vital I
