CHAPTER FOUR
'Sir? You know that body that was hanging in the woods?'
Rafferty, warned by the deliberate drama in Smales's voice, pulled the mobile closer to his ear, and said sharply, 'What about it?'
'It's only turned up again, sir. Hanging in Dedman Wood, like before. Lilley is there now, guarding it in case it does another vanishing act.'
Just like a child on Christmas morning, when Santa had brought him exactly what he'd asked for, Smales could hardly contain his excitement. Rafferty smothered a sigh, and reminded himself that Smales was still very young, very inexperienced, and looked even younger than his years, traits which caused some of the women officers, who found his boyish ways endearing, to make a bit of a pet of him. Rafferty, in an attempt to compensate for this smothe
