Chapter Thirteen
Thursday evening’s meet up with Rafferty’s two brothers didn’t begin well. It was so much like his attempted intervention the morning Laura Scott’s body was found, that he expected it to kick off at any minute into accusations and counter accusations.
Although, at first, they were still belligerent and inclined to have a go at Rafferty, too, for all he was trying to help, they settled down when he got his money out, though he noticed they still didn’t have a civil word for one another.
‘What’s your interest, anyway?’ Patrick Sean enquired after downing his second large brandy. ‘Another round here, JAR.’
Rafferty smothered his feelings of irritation that he was being taken advantage of, and answered, ‘Ma, of course. You can’t have been listening,’ and headed for the bar
