Chapter Twenty-Five
Rafferty let himself into Ma’s house, determined, now that they’d solved both the muggings and the murder investigations, that it was about time he solved his sister’s little contretemps, too.
But his Ma told him he needn’t bother.
‘Why not?’
‘It’s solved itself.’
‘How so?’
‘Your Professor Babbington case.’
‘What about it?’
‘He was your sister’s difficulty. Harassing her for s*x, he was. Dirty divil.’
‘Ah. You didn’t say she was temping at the university.’
‘Didn’t I? Must be getting addled in me old age.’
Anyone less addled than his Ma would be hard to find. ‘So why didn’t you tell me?’
‘I told you, it slipped mind.’
Rafferty knew he wouldn’t get through that “addled” excuse. It was far too convenient a reason for not doing something. But he knew she’d with
