RAFFERTY PARKED UP at the Lestrange’s restaurant. Time was getting tight if they were to have any chance of solving the two crimes before Superintendent Bradley came back off his holiday. He gave a despondent ‘Huh.’ Because it didn’t look likely that he’d solve either of them, never mind both, in the limited time. And now that Carlton was getting briefed up, any small chance would vanish on the horizon...unless he could get something from Lestrange.
For the first time, Rafferty felt almost sorry for Bradley—he’d gone off on his hols thinking their murder case was in the bag, and he’d come back to discover it was anything but.
Rafferty felt even sorrier for himself, though. Because he fully expected to be read the Riot Act by Bradley, and he’d have to take it. Unless he solved both crimes
