DWARFED BY THE RED double decker London buses and hemmed in by black taxis, tourist coaches, and the gathering gloom of a threatening thunder storm, Rafferty blocked out the trapped feeling by forcing his mind to pick over what Anne Longman had said. If nothing else, the visit had given him more of an insight into Maximillian Shore, but he still wished he understood why the man preoccupied him so much. What could he have to do with this case? What possible connection could there be with current events?
There was his autobiography, of course, but he'd read that and couldn't see that there was anything in it likely to bring on a murder now, fifteen years after publication, especially as it had been Barbara Longman, rather than one of the Shores, who had died. He was more interested in Shore
