RAFFERTY, DETERMINED to get something else organised on the wedding front, went and saw Nigel again before he tried any other avenues in the investigation. Having had no joy amongst his colleagues for a cost free honeymoon, he turned again to his last resort. His cousin Nigel had just returned from what, to judge by his tight waistband, had been a very good lunch. He was in a mellow mood and greeted Rafferty in a jocular manner.
'Oh, look,' he said to no one in particular. 'It's the poor relation come to beg for more scraps from the rich cousin's table. Shame I didn't ask the waiter for a doggie bag.'
Funny man. 'I've had my lunch, thank you, Nigel. I came to see you about something else.'
'Oh, yes. And what might that be?'
Rafferty didn't beat about the bush. 'Seeing as we're back in
