RAFFERTY HAD BORROWED Llewellyn’s note-book – always more legible than his own –and checked the jobs still to do. He ran his fingers down Llewellyn’s neatly inscribed information. Right—see the personal tutors of the students unable to supply an alibi.
At the moment, just working from Llewellyn’s posh boy list, there was Adrian Regis and Robert Scott.
Llewellyn came back then with the teas, and Rafferty got him to ring their tutors, while he arranged to see Alfred Payne, the chav Maintenance man.
Llewellyn came off the phone, and said, ‘Dr Simmondson, Adrian Regis’s tutor, said she can see us now if we’re quick. She’s got a doctor’s appointment at such and such a time.’
Rafferty nodded. ‘Okay. I’m ready if you are.’
Dr Simmondson was one tutor Rafferty hadn’t had much to do with yet.
