Chapter Seven
Rafferty felt a curious reluctance to answer the demanding ringtone. He always turned his mobile off prior to interviews and had only just turned it back on.
He felt an even greater reluctance when he pulled the phone from his pocket and saw that it was Abra calling. Why was she calling now? He had told her he would be home in good time for their restaurant date and he would be. He'd promised her that morning as he'd given her a quick goodbye kiss.
It was only just after half-eight now, so he was in plenty of time. His uneasiness increased and he found himself wishing he hadn't turned the damn thing back on because some sixth sense told him he wouldn't like what she had to say.
Squashing down his uneasy thoughts, he forced out a cheerful greeting. ‘Hello, my little Abraca
