THE NEXT MORNING RAFFERTY was up bright and early. He brought Abra a cup of tea and a couple of rounds of toast and made himself some cereal and toast before he set off for work.
It was a lovely, sunny day. It made him feel quite jaunty. Traffic was light, and he reached the station in no time. Whistling, ‘I’m Getting Married in the Morning’, he parked up and headed for his office.
Llewellyn wasn’t behind his desk when he got there, and Rafferty guessed he was in the canteen getting their usual morning tea. He shuffled through the reports that Llewellyn had stacked neatly on his desk, leaving them in a disorderly pile. Today, he wanted to check out Kyle Staveley’s claim that he had been studying at the library during the time his stepmother was killed. He also wanted to talk to the Stave
