RAFFERTY WORKED ON Babbington’s case papers for the CPS that afternoon. He refused to ask Llewellyn, which was his usual practise, given his sergeant’s feelings about the case, so it was taking longer than Llewellyn’s beautifully streamlined effort.
Rafferty gritted his teeth, acknowledging that form-filling wasn’t his strong point. But he was determined to dot his ‘i’s and cross his ‘t’s, so that he wouldn’t have the CPS throw his work back at him and tell him to do it again. But around four o’clock, he ran out of steam, and decided to take a break. Besides, he needed to make some progress on their other case before the superintendent returned from his hols. Already a week of Bradley’s holiday had passed, so time was not on his side.
Breathing a sigh of relief, he stood up, and walked o
