THE NEXT DAY WAS ANOTHER long one. It was after nine o’clock by the time Rafferty drove away from the station and headed for the coast, stopping to pick up bread, milk and a takeaway for his brother on the way.
The caravan park was as gloomy as ever. And, as Rafferty discovered after he had fought his way through the vicious hail onslaught, so was Mickey. Each time Rafferty saw his brother he appeared more depressed and morose. He wondered how much longer he could persuade Mickey to remain hidden. He wasn’t hopeful as a fatalistic acceptance of the inevitable seemed to have taken hold of his brother.
In the hope that it would cheer Mickey up, for the first time, Rafferty risked a light. He had seen no one on his journey through the park, so how risky could it be? Even so, he placed the l
