AGAINST HIS BETTER judgement and desire, he dropped off to sleep again, stretched out on the settee. But it was a blessedly dreamless sleep. He woke late, feeling dazed and sluggish. Somehow, he dragged himself in to work, accompanied by the thought that a few short weeks ago all he had to worry about – well, apart from his failure to get to grips with another murder case – was the suit Llewellyn intended to wear at his wedding. It seemed pretty small beer now.
But Rafferty, who always thought of himself as a pessimist with an optimist ever striving to break free, let the optimist have a fleeting glimpse of the open prison door with the reminder that he had got out of that problem okay in the end—before Superintendent Bradley arrived in his office like a man-o-war in full battle array and
