THE NEXT DAY, RAFFERTY was up early. He had only had a couple of celebratory glasses of Jameson's after speaking to Llewellyn and his head was clear, his thoughts upbeat. As he got ready for work, his thoughts were on his meeting with Abra that evening rather than the murder investigation. But as all the thinking, theorising and pondering on that had advanced them not one whit, he managed not to feel too guilty about it.
The drive to the station was trouble free. The sun was still shining. All was right with the world. It made Rafferty nervous as he had anticipated the return of the malign fates from their Californian idyll. But when he arrived at the station there was nothing to give him palpitations. Even Superintendent Bradley wouldn’t be breathing down to his neck as, according to the
