GIVEN HIS LACK OF CONVERSATIONAL skills, Peter Allbright had found an outlet for his feelings about his life, his debts and his inability to get a job in the diary. Rafferty read through it again when Llewellyn had gone off. He could imagine Allbright sitting hunched over in his bedroom pouring all his misery into the diary pages. He read through some more of the entries for the last few weeks and the sense of a growing despair was palpable. Clearly, Allbright’s mind had been disturbed enough for suicide. Had it been disturbed enough for murder also?
But no answers came to that particular question. He shut the diary and put it in his desk drawer with a mental reminder to return it to the Joneses so they could hand it and the rest of Allbright’s belongings over to his parents. He felt sorr
