ALGY WASN’T TO BE MOVED from his demands, whatever Rafferty said, so the next day, when he met him, as arranged, in the Red Lion, he ward forced to hand over the cash. Once he had met Algy Edwards and paid him off for the time being, Rafferty was left to ponder on the nature of suspicion.
Algy had clearly thought Rafferty and his coy caravan tenant were up to no good, and had done his best to pump information out of him. As ever, with the scent of further financial gains making his nostrils quiver, Algy’s antenna had gone into overdrive and begun to quiver even more than his scent-overloaded nostrils.
It was with the greatest difficulty that Rafferty had managed to fend him off and act nonchalant. But it was only too evident which way the wind was blowing. No way would he be able to lull
