CHAPTER THREE
Rafferty put the key in the lock and opened the door to Maurice Smith's flat. Though 'flat' was a grand name for what was little more than a large bedsit, with cubbyhole kitchen and tiny bathroom. Bathroom was another misnomer, as there was no bath, merely a shower cubicle and a grubby toilet. He wondered why Smith hadn't taken Mrs Penny up on her offer to do his cleaning, because it was obvious he didn't trouble with such chores himself. The place was filthy, with the sour odour of unwashed sheets, discarded food and rarely opened windows.
Rafferty was about to make a derogatory comment on Smith's slovenly housekeeping, when a fleeting picture of his own bathroom with its less than sparkling white enamel made him think better of it. But, he persuaded himself, his bathroom
