‘JOE. WHAT DO YOU FEEL about getting two for the price of one?’
Rafferty, immersed in the newspaper, finally relaxing after the demands of work, had raised his eyes from the newsprint. ‘What’s that, light of my life? Some special offer at the supermarket?’
‘Not quite, no. I’m not talking about buying a packet of cornflakes and getting a second one free. I’m talking about you and me and a possible addition to our numbers.’
‘Getting a lodger, you mean? Good idea. I was reading the other day that the taxman lets you earn around five grand before he sticks his nose in the trough. Could have a nice holiday on that.’
‘A lodger’s not what I meant at all. God, but you’re being particularly thick tonight.’
Rafferty, warned by Abra’s tone of voice, had blanched as her meaning had sunk in. His f
