When she answered, it was clear she had taken her guide from the older woman's responses. 'Are you saying you don't know?'
'We don't operate on hearsay, Ms Fay,' Llewellyn told her mildly. 'I'd like to hear it from you.'
She shrugged. 'They'd become a bunch of bleeding heart liberals, writing polite little letters to their MPs, asking them to do something about the rising levels of rape.'
Llewellyn had been wise to put his questions to Sinead Fay, Rafferty realised. Because, although she made an attempt to lose the "rant" from her voice, as she continued, she was unable to keep it up.
'Asking!' Her blue eyes were scornful. 'They should have been demanding, not asking. Making the cause front page news, not—'
'How?' Rafferty immediately asked. ‘By—?’ He was quickly interrupted.
‘Sinead
