DONNA WESTLAKE WAS at home, and from the way her gaze hardened as she looked at them in, not pleased to see them.
‘May we come in?’ Rafferty asked.
For a moment, he thought the answer was going to be ‘no’. Then she shrugged, said, ‘Please yourself,’ turned on her heel, and left them standing on the doorstep.
Rafferty raised his eyebrows, said ‘After you,’ and followed Llewellyn down the hall and into the living room.
‘We need another talk,’ Rafferty told her.
‘Why?’ she asked tightly. ‘I’ve already told you all I know. As far as I‘m concerned there’s nothing else to say.’
‘Oh? I think there’s plenty to say. For instance, why you are so protective of your husband, when you must know he’s cheated on you. I presume you also know that he’s relentlessly pursued our murder victim, Laura Sc
