ONCE THEY HAD FINISHED writing up the latest reports on the case, Rafferty threw the last one down on the pile. ‘I’m done in,’ he said. He glanced at the clock and smiled. ‘Nice timing. A spot of lunch is called for. Fancy a bite at the Black Swan?’ he asked Llewellyn.
Llewellyn nodded. ‘Just half an hour, though. Remember, we’ve more interviews this afternoon.’
Rafferty pulled a face at this reminder. ‘Don’t be a spoilsport, Daff. What is it they say about all work and no play?’
‘Point taken. But what if Superintendent Bradley wants to see you for an update and you go to his office smelling of beer?’
‘I’ll smell as much from half a pint as I will from two. Besides, that’s what breath fresheners are for.’ Rafferty sighed. ‘Come on. We’re five minutes into our precious half-hour already
