THE DRIVE BACK TO ELMHURST was a rather more leisurely one than the outward journey had been. Possibly this was down to the fact that Llewellyn had grabbed the car keys and inserted his slim body into the driver’s seat in a determined fashion before Rafferty had a chance to object.
Rafferty shrugged. He was in no rush—not now. The Norfolk cops had Marcus Canthorpe safely in custody. And although he wasn’t singing yet, as Rafferty had already concluded, he didn’t think it would be too long before Canthorpe gave in to the temptation to show them how clever he had been.
He had almost done so once already, when Rafferty had sought confirmation as to how Canthorpe had managed to learn that he didn’t, after all, feature in Seward’s will.
But, as Rafferty had finally realised, after Abra had e
