THE NEXT MORNING RAFFERTY was again up early. He brought Abra her tea and drank his own sitting at the kitchen table. He left for work earlier than usual and for once arrived before Llewellyn. He stopped off at the canteen and got the teas in for a change. When he entered his office it was to a text from Llewellyn to say that Maureen’s car wouldn’t start, he was giving her a lift to work and was it all right if he came in late?
Rafferty texted him back with a smiley wearing a big, toothy, grin. It matched the one Rafferty wore.
The estate agent rang him just after nine and told him that their viewer of the previous night had been in touch and had made an offer. It was a good one, not far off the asking price and Rafferty was happy to accept it.
Llewellyn arrived shortly after, a little
