SUPERINTENDENT BRADLEY was in lecturing mode. 'You'll have to do better than this you know, Rafferty.' The super waved a thin sheaf of papers in the air under Rafferty's nose. 'Your reports on this investigation are sparse, very sparse. You don't seem to have done a lot.'
Rafferty began his explanatory spiel, wishing the super had rung after Llewellyn had come back from the canteen and primed him with the correct verbiage. He did his best. But his best evidently wasn't good enough, because the super interrupted him before he'd got out more than a couple of excuses.
'It won't do, Rafferty. It won't do at all. I want you to apply yourself much harder to solving these cases. I've had the Deputy Chief Constable on my back about them. Turns out he’s a golfing buddy of one of the money-lenders
