RAFFERTY GOT A NOT unsympathetic Llewellyn on the phone and begged a favour before he went in search of the ward sister. As he had explained to Llewellyn, there were some things even more urgent that murder investigations.
He was aware, even if Abra seemed not to be, that foetuses of such short gestation didn’t merit a birth certificate, never mind the funeral or death certificate which Abra seemed to expect him to organise.
Fortunately, the ward sister confirmed he was in time. Once he had explained what he wanted, she brought him along to the sluice room, pointed out the abortive foetus and left him to say his goodbyes as he had requested.
As soon as the ward sister had left, Rafferty hunted in his jacket pockets and found a large evidence bag. Gently, he eased the tiny foetus into it
