Chapter Fifteen
In spite of frequent attempts by Rafferty to get Lodge to say where he’d been that night if he hadn’t been murdering Laura Scott, Lodge kept to his stance of silence with a stoicism that a Trappist monk would envy.
‘Let’s get out of here,’ said Rafferty finally, despairing of getting another word out of Lodge. In the corridor, he admitted, ‘I need to cool off or I’ll start thumping the table like Bradley. And I don’t ever want to get like him.’
They went down the back stairs and out into the car park.
‘Where to?’ Llewellyn enquired.
‘Just drive. No. Go to the school. We may as well start interviewing the caretaking staff, for what it’s worth.’
Fortunately, the car was pointing the right way, so Rafferty’s temper wasn’t tempted to take it out on the Welshman. Llewellyn
