Chapter Sixteen
‘YOU TOLD ME IT WOULD only be for a few days,’ Algy Edwards complained down the phone. ‘But it’s been way more than that. I only let you have the use of it ‘cos I’m a soft touch. But I’m beginning to think you’re taking me for a mug, and renting my caravan to some punter for your own profit.’
‘Don’t say that, Algy,’ Rafferty was quick to respond. ‘If I was smart enough to persuade a punter to pay me money for an unheated caravan in December, I’d give up coppering. I told you, it’s just a mate who needs to lie low for a while, that’s all. There’s some blokes after him.’ Ones in dark uniforms with big, shiny buttons...
‘Why? What’s he done? I don’t want to get mixed up with violent gangsters. If he—’
‘It’s nothing like that,’ Rafferty hastily replied. ‘He’s done nothing,
