LLEWELLYN LOOKED STRANGELY pleased with himself when he returned to the station and Rafferty’s office.
‘Don’t tell me Lizzie Green goosed you?’ Rafferty teased as he glanced up. ‘Lucky man.’
‘No. I hope she knows better than to goose a sergeant. It’s something much better. It might amuse you, too. Or maybe not. As you asked, I’ve been checking out the firm of loan sharks from whom Tracey Stubbs took out a loan. I found out their details from the local sorting office. Their offices are here in Elmhurst and are housed in Blythe’s Estate Agents.’
‘No.’ Rafferty groaned. ‘Don’t tell me–’
‘I’m afraid so. It seems your cousin Nigel Blythe has branched out from that estate agency of his.’
Rafferty scowled. What was Nigel doing getting involved in money lending? Most of the time he was hard-p
