RAFFERTY WAS SURPRISED to see that Eileen Harris still displayed her wedding photos on the living room cabinet. He would have expected them to be packed away along with the wreck of her marriage.
‘How full of hope and optimism we were, Inspector,’ she commented as she caught the direction of his gaze. ‘How young and stupid.’
They had certainly looked the first three of those things, Rafferty thought as he studied the happy faces of the young couple as they smiled into each other’s’ eyes. Tragically, life had in the intervening years succeeded in transforming hope into disappointment, optimism into despair, and - in Eileen Harris’ case at least - youth into middle-aged cynicism. The sweetly smiling mouth in the photograph was now surrounded by lines of bitterness.
But as the disappointme
