Chapter Fourteen
WHEN RAFFERTY FINALLY arrived home after another demanding day, he put a frozen lasagne in the microwave. While it cooked, he jumped in the shower and threw some things in a bag for his trip to Wales. He was out of the door in less than an hour.
The cross-country trip from Essex to Gwynedd in Wales, Llewellyn's old stamping ground and where his mother still lived, was as difficult as he had expected it would be. There was no direct route from Britain's east to west coasts and he had to pull over constantly and consult the map; it was the only time he'd thought a satellite navigation system, with its accompanying bossy female voice, might prove itself useful rather than Big Brother intrusive.
He finally reached Gloria's home around one in the morning. As he parked, he gl
