FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER and they’d finished their meals. Rafferty wiped his greasy chin with a paper napkin, then finished his coffee, and said, ‘Right, let’s get back to the station.’
They’d managed to time it just right, and the train pulled out only a few minutes after they found seats together. The journey seemed to fly by, and seemingly, in no time at all, they were back in Elmhurst.
‘Okay,’ said Rafferty. ‘Let’s get along and see the other old friends on our list. Who was the next one?’
The efficient Llewellyn didn’t need to consult his notebook. ‘Mrs Ellen Everett. She lives in Elmhurst Lodge Care Home on Cymbeline Way.’
‘Not far then. We might as well walk.’
Mrs Everett, like the other old friends on their list, was Sophia’s age, but, unlike the others, was very thin and looked
