Chapter Three
AFTER HAVING A QUICK word with the rest of the team, Rafferty led Llewellyn away from Seward’s suite. Outside, in the corridor, he found Reynolds, the hand-wringing night manager, hovering as close to the suite as the uniformed guardians of the door permitted. As soon as he emerged, Rafferty was met, once again, by the man’s imploring, Bambi gaze, though what the manager imagined he could do to guarantee continued discretion on the murder front God only knew...
Jonty Reynolds was far from being a jaunty Jonty at the moment, as his hand-wringing testified. After his first, fraught few questions, he had asked little more. Probably afraid of the answers he would receive, as Rafferty presumed Mr Reynolds had managed, since they had last spoken, to conjure up for himself far mor
