RAFFERTY HAD SLEPT well. He got up, eager to be off and out to speak to Gary Oldfield. The man had already proved himself a liar; maybe he had persuaded Diana Rexton to lie for him also, and had rehearsed her in the lie. But more likely, given her transparent honesty, she had fallen asleep, and was unaware that Oldfield could have slipped out. But, either way, it was clear she was head over heels in love with Oldfield and would do anything for him. Did that anything, include cover up for murder, Rafferty wondered?
His antipathy towards Oldfield meant he was looking forward to breaking the news to him that his grubby little affair was secret no longer.
