'I MADE A MESS OF THAT, didn't I?' he said ruefully to Llewellyn once they were back in the car.
'You did, rather,' Llewellyn agreed.
'Don't hold back,' Rafferty snapped. 'Just tell it like it is, why don't you?'
'I thought I just did,' Llewellyn replied mildly. 'I suppose it depends on whether he's telling the truth. Or whether his fiancée is a good liar. Either way, unless he was seen on the street and we find out, we've hamstruck ourselves.’
'I've hamstruck us, you mean. Stupid of me. I don't know why I put an alibi in his mouth. It's not like me.'
'But you're not like you at the moment, are you? Not with this business with Abra still hanging over you. Let me see if I can get hold of her this evening. Then you might not suggest alibis to suspects.'
Rafferty nodded sombrely. 'You'r
