RAFFERTY TOLD PAXTON he was prepared to order an exhumation order on the dead boy, if he had to, in order to prove he was the boy’s father. In the event, it wasn’t necessary.
They were in one of the interview rooms, with the tape running. He glanced over at the tape to make sure it was still running. He didn’t want a technological glitch to miss any of this.
Paxton smiled grimly. ‘You won’t need to exhume David, Inspector. Leave the boy to his eternal rest.’
Faced with the few pieces of evidence that Rafferty possessed, plus the threat of exhumation, Jeremy Paxton had quickly admitted his guilt. Indeed, he had seemed almost pleased to have the opportunity to confess. ‘You were right. David wasn’t my half-nephew, he was my son.’
Paxton hunched forward over the table as if anxious for Ra
