‘INSPECTOR. HOW STRANGE you should answer Nigel Blythe’s mobile.’
Briefly, Rafferty had been so taken-aback that he could find nothing to say. His quick glance at the back of the mobile had confirmed his error. Sure enough, there was the mobile number that Nigel had stuck on it. His hoarding instinct hadn’t allowed him to dispose of it. He’d kept it at home, but somehow, between all the sleepless nights, the worry, the drinking, he’d rushed out that morning, late as usual, and managed to snatch up the wrong mobile.
As he put the phone back to his ear he was in time to hear Caroline Cranston say, ‘Though now I think about it, it makes sense. I certainly wondered at the coincidence when two young women died shortly after you joined the agency. In fact, there are several things about you th
