LATE FOR WORK, RAFFERTY was relieved to see that Superintendent Bradley’s car parking space was empty. Perhaps the super had got lucky this morning, as well? He shuddered at the thought and the pictures his fertile imagination conjured up. Definitely not suitable for a man who had breakfasted on nothing but love.
The mug of tea Llewellyn fetched first thing every morning was cold with a disgusting skin on it. Rafferty flung a pound coin over to the desk in the corner with the plea, ‘Be a good minion, Daff and fetch me a fresh cup, there’s a good lad. Abra and I’ve been practising honeymoons this morning and I’m parched.’
Apparently, the thought of his love life had a similar effect on Llewellyn as Superintendent Bradley’s had on Rafferty, for the Welshman shuddered. ‘Too much information
