IN SEARCH OF SYMPATHY, Rafferty went to the Lonely Hearts Incident Room.
He was aware he looked rough, his eyes bloodshot, the skin beneath them deeply marked with fatigue; the several curious glances his appearance attracted from the team were deeply worrying. Anxious that during each absence from the station something revealing might be discovered, each time he returned to work he felt a sense of foreboding as he waited for all hell to break loose.
Had something been discovered overnight or even before his late arrival? Had Smales shown another piece of untimely initiative? Had Kylie Smith, Kayleigh Jenkins, or both, rung in to find out why he hadn’t acted on their alibi retractions and arrested Nigel?
Nothing was said this time at least. But Rafferty noticed that even Llewellyn was g
