BUT THIS LITTLE TIME of teasing some possibilities out of Llewellyn had given Rafferty an idea or two of his own. If they were any good, he needed to put them aside so they could mature without any interference from him.
He almost stopped off at the garage on his way home, then he thought better of it. Arriving home with flowers was a sure way to persuade Abra that he had done something he shouldn’t. Okay, in concealing Mickey in the caravan he had done something he shouldn’t, but Abra, being a woman, would think he had a guilty conscience over some other misdemeanour and was trying to ease both her suspicions and his conscience with the gift of a bouquet of cheap, garage-bought, destined soon-to-wilt, blooms. There was no surer way to start the evening with a row and more recriminations,
