Chapter Twelve
RAFFERTY WAS LATE UP the next morning. He’d tossed and turned for most of the night thinking about the wedding and honeymoon and how he was to sort out both issues. Not to mention his other worry, the one about Abra’s behaviour. The facts said she was either a suspected criminal or as near to an adulteress as it was possible to be without being married.
It had been dawn before he finally slept, still with the various problems unresolved. He just hoped he didn’t have to cancel this honeymoon and that Nigel hadn’t pocketed the p*****t again. But even Nigel wouldn’t do the dirty on him twice. Rather, he didn’t think he would, but who could tell with his wily cousin? Nigel did as much ducking and diving as Del Boy Trotter of Only Fools and Horses, fame, and was generally able
