IT WAS FORTUNATE THAT he had a bit of luck. Not fortunate for the Farraday twins, of course. But perhaps they, like Rufus Seward, had had it coming for some time. What did they say? What had he taunted God about? What goes around comes around. That really did say it all, to Rafferty’s mind.
It was DI Apsley, the opposite number he had spoken to when he and Llewellyn had visited the Norwich officer’s patch who, aware of Rafferty’s investigation, repaid his previous courtesy by notifying them about the latest deaths. The Norfolk Police had found the bodies of the twins. They had failed to turn up for work, and one of the late Sir Rufus Seward’s staff went to their cottage and found them both dead.
The twins had overdosed on some seriously pure heroin. Rafferty assumed it was the same stuff
