Chapter Twelve
In search of any information he could get about Sebastian Carlton, Rafferty rang the landlord’s bell first. When the door was answered, Rafferty was forced to look up. And up. And up still further. The landlord of Carlton’s flat was huge, well over six feet, wide with it, and obviously foreign.
Rafferty anticipated language difficulties, especially when he and Llewellyn showed him their warrant cards, and his English instantly deteriorated at the knowledge that they were cops.
‘You’re the landlord, right?’
The man looked suspiciously at them. ‘I Emre Balik. What you want?’
To Rafferty’s relief, the man at least seemed to understand English, and it wouldn’t be necessary to get an interpreter, which was an extra expense that wouldn’t go down well with Bradley.
Rafferty h
