THE FOLLOWING MORNING, after he woke, sluggish from yet another nightmare, Rafferty thought his spirit could sink no further. But then he recalled the day’s duties and almost pulled the duvet back over his head. But he forced himself out.
On arrival at the station Rafferty briskly informed Llewellyn they were both to make another visit to the agency. Even now, with his choice of action removed by Bradley’s order, his feet dragged as they approached the agency’s Hope Street offices. The arrow-clutching rosy cherubs peering out from their clouds above the shop front seemed to gaze at him with reproachful eyes. Somehow, Rafferty forced himself to follow Llewellyn through the doorway.
He was surprised to find that Isobel Goddard hadn’t taken off for her parents’ home again, but was seated be
