‘Thank you, inspector. You're very kind. I appreciate it.’ She reached out a slender hand and rested it on his arm for a moment before she quickly withdrew it — perhaps worried that even this light touch might break some arcane prison rule she was unaware of and she would be penalised.
‘Why did you tell her that?’ Llewellyn asked once Rafferty had finished recounting what had happened while he was out of the station.
‘God knows,’ Rafferty replied. ‘I felt such a heel for not being able to agree to her request. I suppose I thought what she doesn't know won't hurt her. And if her old man acts as couldn't-care-less as she claims, I can't see there's any harm done, as it's not as if he's likely to contact her to let her know we've spoken to him.’
Frederick Franklin lived in a run-down block
