SUPERINTENDENT BRADLEY, unlike on their previous encounter, had clearly been expecting Rafferty. He was all fulsome bonhomie, clearly confident that, on this occasion, he had all the answers to any awkward questions about the mysterious blonde and her Houdini tendencies.
‘I thought I explained, Rafferty,’ Bradley began complacently. ‘I caught merely the briefest glimpse of this woman out of the corner of my eye. Maybe I was mistaken.’
There’s the get-out clause, Rafferty acknowledged despondently.
‘And from what you say about this woman not showing up on the security footage, it seems that I was. We all make mistakes.’
An admission from Bradley that he was capable of making a mistake was an event in itself. Rafferty rather wished he’d arranged witnesses. Bradley’s tone of voice indicat
