Chapter Thirteen
Rafferty entered his office, said hello to Llewellyn, whipped through the reports that he had failed to read the previous evening in his eagerness to get home to Abra and Neeve, and then he and Llewellyn headed out.
He’d heard from the hospital that Mrs Brown had regained consciousness. She had remembered something that a woman friend had told her before she’d got hit on the head. She said she had had lain awake half the night, trying to wriggle it free, and had finally succeeded at six o’clock that morning. That was when she rang him, setting Neeve off. Her friend had said that she’d seen Mrs Briggs the week before her husband was murdered, entering a very nice house on the London Road. It was the first sniff they’d had of the woman, and Rafferty was keen to check it ou
