HE WAS LUCKY TO CATCH his Cousin Nigel, as he was on his way out, dressed to impress. But he had no interest in Nigel’s Tom-catting life, so he pushed Nigel back in the flat, then he followed him in, slamming the door behind him.
‘Got you bang to rights, haven’t I? I know all about your porn empire.’
At the accusation, Nigel didn’t even trouble to deny it.
Patrick Sean must have rung and warned him that Mickey might well have let the cat out of the bag, Rafferty realised. Though he wouldn’t have mentioned his own contribution to the revelation.
Nigel’s lip curled upwards and he gave a tiny sniff of disapproval, which was, in the circumstances, all he could afford.
‘Joseph. Joseph. Are you really such a petit bourgeois? Getting your knickers in a twist over a bit of porn?’
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