Chapter Eighteen
‘YOU AND MAUREEN ALL sorted for Christmas?’ Rafferty asked Llewellyn as they prepared to go home at the end of another frustrating day, still with plenty of suspects and nothing concrete to help them to point the finger at a single one of them.
‘Yes. All the preparations are in place. All the presents either under the tree or long since posted.’
It was far more than Rafferty had achieved, but he kept a grip on his envy to ask, ‘Your mother coming for the festivities?’
Llewellyn shook his head. ‘No. She wanted Maureen and me to have our first Christmas since our marriage on our own. I couldn’t dissuade her from the decision.’
With his own not so distant memories of playing gooseberry when the pair were courting, Rafferty murmured with feeling, ‘Not always easy, I suppo
