Epilogue
THE MURDER WAS SOLVED, as were the muggings. And now, apart from the wedding flowers which was back in his bailiwick again, there only remained one job for Rafferty to do – sort out his best man for the wedding.
He’d finally decided on Llewellyn. He was certain he’d do a much better job than either of his brothers or any of his friends.
‘Ah, Daff,’ he said when Llewellyn came back from fetching the morning tea. ‘There’s something I want to ask you. I’ve been putting it off because I’ve had so many other things on my mind, but I was always going to ask you.’
‘Ask me what?’
‘Will you be my best man?’
Llewellyn smiled. ‘I thought you’d never ask. Of course I will. I’ll be delighted.’ His smile deflated. ‘Only you might change your mind when you hear my confession.’
‘Confession
