CHAPTER TWOAfter such a depressing day, Rafferty’s one consolation that evening was that it was nearly over. In an attempt to cheer himself up, he planned an Indian takeaway, the latest movie blockbuster from the States and the breaking open of a fresh bottle of Jameson’s.
Fleetingly, he considered inviting one of the ladies of his acquaintance to share them with him and then abandoned the idea. He wasn’t in the mood. Llewellyn’s steady relationship with Maureen had brought home to him that his private life was as empty of fulfilment as that of the week’s two suicides, and had been for months.
This realisation destroyed his previous anticipation of quiet pleasures, so Rafferty wasn’t altogether sorry when Sergeant Llewellyn’s long face appeared round the door just as he was putting his c
