As expected, the inquest was adjourned. Sam Dally caught up with them as they headed for the exit.
'Can't stop, Sam,' Rafferty told him. 'Got urgent business.'
'So had I, with a woman,' Sam told them, as by a neat sleight-of-foot, he manoeuvred himself in front of them and succeeded in slowing them down. 'But I missed her. Tall red-head in peacock blue. Did you notice her at the inquest?'
'You could hardly miss her, Sam.’ Rafferty lengthened his stride, skirted Dally and lunged ahead. Dally was forced to break into a trot. 'That's Ginnie Campbell, one of the suspects in our murder case. Why?' Rafferty threw a grin over his shoulder. 'I must say you look a bit gobsmacked. Case of lust at first sight, is it?'
'Lust be blowed,' the practical Scot panted his reply. 'That woman's cost me mo
