Chapter Fourteen
Neeve was in bed, Abra was upstairs, the house was quiet, so when he felt his mobile vibrate, Rafferty knew it would be Llewellyn.
Sure enough, when he went to the front door, there he stood, looking as band-box smart as he had first thing. Only his eyes looked tired, as if they’d been glued to a computer screen for hours.
‘Come in.’ He hustled him into the dining room and shut the door. ‘How’re you getting on with that Spanish Marriage Certificate? Any luck?’
‘Luck has little to do with it. Being painstaking, and having a facility with the subtle nuances of language, has rather more, I think.’
‘So what have you nuanced?’
‘Mrs Briggs’s Maiden name was Wainwright, so she didn’t lie about that. And her marriage certificate was issued in Spain and—’
‘Well, duh. Even I
