Chapter Twelve
ANNE LONGMAN OPENED the door after their third ring. She seemed ill at ease today; the previous strained vivacity was missing, as was the bright hit or miss make-up. Something else was missing, as well, Rafferty realised. The smell of whisky. He assumed she was out of booze and wondered if that alone explained her nervous state.
They followed her down the short hallway to the untidy living room, but when Rafferty attempted to question her, she flared up at him.
'For God's sake, can't you wait till I find a cigarette? Or is this country turning into another police state?'
Rafferty and Llewellyn exchanged glances. Ignoring them, she prowled from one end of the room to the other, like a caged tiger, her expression increasingly desperate as, one by one, jacket pockets and di
