Chapter Seven
RAFFERTY HADN’T SEEN Jerry since before the Lonely Hearts nightmare began. His stomach curdled at the thought of seeing him now, because his cousin’s phone-rage over his predicament had been bad enough, but in his increasingly lurid dreams, Jerry met him and Llewellyn with an exposé of spittle-flecked fury.
Rafferty handed the car keys to a surprised Llewellyn, got in the car, and spent the journey trying to figure out what he could say should his nightmare became reality. But he still had no answer by the time they reached Jerry’s apartment building and been buzzed in. Even Jerry’s failure to say anything as he opened the door to his apartment failed to soothe, because the hard, accusatory stare he directed at Rafferty, spoke volumes and promised more.
But to his surprise
