LLEWELLYN LOOKED UP when Rafferty returned. ‘Ah. You’re back. I’ve been checking Professor Babbington’s statement, and I find this part here a little odd. Where he says he has no idea how his DNA got on the victim’s clothes.’
Rafferty took the three evidence bags from his jacket pocket and hung his jacket on the wonky coat-rack. It promptly fell off. Rafferty scowled, but left it on the floor. He felt deflated. None of the other neighbors that he had so far managed to speak to, admitted to knowing Babbington, other than to say hello to. Apart from the delightful Gert, and finding the letters from the CSA, it had been a waste of time going over the same old ground.
Without much interest, he noted without surprise, that Llewelyn was being strict with himself. To go back to studying Babbing
