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Chapter Ten-6
RAFFERTY WAS LUCKY, and he and Llewellyn caught Nigel in his office. The estate agency was quiet, with few customers in the outer office. Of course the economy was still far from booming after the latest downturn, and estate agents like Nigel were suffering accordingly. Banks and building societies often demanded a hefty deposit, and for many, the chances of getting a mortgage were slim. Whether Nigel was suffering financially, he looked as glossy as ever today in a lightweight mauve suit with a lemon shirt and tie. But then Nigel, like Llewellyn, always looked debonair as if he had his, own personal valet on tap. It was one of the more irritating things about him. ‘Well, if it isn’t my copper cousin and his oppo,’ he greeted them as they stood in the doorway. ‘And to what do I owe this
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