Chapter FourteenIn spite of the serious nature of his revelations, Hal Mortimer’s lips parted in a wry smile and he said, ‘Just another squalid little domestic, Inspector. I’m afraid it won’t bring you much glory.’
He turned towards the door of his living room and asked, ‘should I pack a bag?'
Puzzled, Rafferty held up a hand and said, ‘Hold on a minute,' as he wondered what had prompted this confession. Surely, his own over-confident assertion in the apartments' reception area that he shortly expected to make an arrest wouldn't have seriously rattled a man like Mortimer? 'This is all a bit sudden, isn’t it?' he asked. 'Why have you decided to confess now? Why not before?'
Mortimer hesitated for a moment. Then he explained with a, sudden, deprecating smile that as quickly faded, ‘Let’s
