BECAUSE OF HIS SUGGESTION, he was forced to spend the rest of the morning on the phone, wrestling with his Spanish. He stopped for long enough to swallow two headache tablets, swilled down with a mug of cold tea, and then he began again. He finally surfaced at two o’clock.
He dry-washed his face in relief. Herrera had managed to get his brass to agree to set their forensic accountants on Carver. God knew, though, how long it would be before they saw any results.
It was too late to get anything that hadn’t frazzled in their dishes from the canteen, so he made a unilateral decision. ‘I’m starved. You must be too if you’ve eaten your usual rabbit food.’ Llewellyn generally brought in a box of lettuce leafs and alfalfa, or some such muck. How he survived on such minimal eats, Rafferty didn’t
