Rafferty nodded. His late wife had made similar difficulties. Poor Harris, he thought; with the demands of a wife on the one hand and Barstaple on the other, he had been in a no-win situation. ‘Please go on.’
‘Bob being Bob, had built up his hopes that this meeting would be the start of a full reconciliation. I doubt there’s any chance of that now. As he told you, Mr Barstaple called him into his office just as he was leaving to meeting his wife and kept him back for half-an-hour.’
Rafferty hunched forward. ‘Let me get this clear. Are you saying that Clive Barstaple knew about this meeting and deliberately wrecked it?’ From what Rafferty had learned of the victim’s character it was the sort of thing he might try.
Whether to conceal her real feelings about Barstaple or because she felt s
