Chapter Nineteen
Neeve had them up all night, so Rafferty didn’t even have the chance to turn anything over the previous night. He dragged himself into work, like an old man. An old man who hadn’t had a wink of sleep the previous night. The only consolation – that if Llewellyn and Maureen succeeded in having a kid – he wouldn’t be able to look as bright-eyed as he did today. But it was small consolation, as Rafferty attempted to keep his eyes open.
He wanted an easy day, that was for sure. Even surer, he wasn’t likely to get it. Bradley was on his case, demanding updates, demanding Carver updates. There had been no movement there, so he prepared himself for a chew-out.
But, for once, Bradley was almost pleasant.
‘You’ll have to be as wily as Carver to have any chance of catching him.’
