Chapter Nineteen
By the next day, Rafferty’s confidence in his latest theory had suffered the usual overnight nosedive into doubts – after all they still had no evidence against Alice Douglas other than the circumstantial – and when he reached the office, he decreed that he and Llewellyn would have another chat to Adam Ainsley’s ex-wives. ‘I reckon there’s more they could tell us if properly prompted. A lot more.’
Llewellyn nodded. ‘You’re probably right.’
‘Though, this time, I think we’ll go together, as I’m not too confident in your technique with embittered exes.’
‘I learned more from my ex-Mrs Ainsley than you did from yours,’ Llewellyn pointed out.
‘Maybe. Maybe not. Though, if you did, that might be down to Mary Carmody’s input, rather than yours. No offence. But Mary has a way
