RAFFERTY HADN’T MANAGED to come up with any reason for his failure to discover Laura’s marriage –plausible or otherwise –by the following morning.
Remembering all that had happened yesterday, while he nursed a hangover, made Rafferty feel even sorrier for himself as he awaited Bradley’s summons. He was convinced the Super would have him on a disciplinary for his various failures. ‘Poor bastard,’ he muttered, though he wasn’t sure whether he was talking about Rob Jackson or himself.
At least that young man was nestled in the bosom of his family. When he thought of his family his head hurt all the more.
‘Got an aspirin?’ he asked Llewellyn, who was sitting frigid as a disapproving wife. ‘I’m clean out.’
‘You get through such a lot of them, I can’t say I’m surprised.’
‘Have you got an as
