CHAPTER SIX‘By the way,’ Llewellyn said as they got in the car much later that morning and headed for Aimhurst And Son’s offices to interview the staff. ‘We were too busy earlier for me to mention it, but Maureen and I have set a date and venue for our wedding.’
Rafferty’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. He had congratulated himself too soon. The fates had obviously decided to make an example of him. Llewellyn’s news meant the iffy suit had a definite date set for its airing. It explained why Llewellyn had been throwing out so many high-minded quotes. Rafferty had noticed their number went up or down according to whether Llewellyn was happy or miserable.
Still, not to panic, he told himself. Knowing Llewellyn’s no-rush mentality, the date was probably months away. He managed to ch
