THE NEXT MORNING WAS busy with such a list of things to do, that Rafferty thought they’d never get to the end of. They worked through lunch, and it was four o’clock before they’d broken the back of it.
He’d sent Llewellyn to the canteen for tea at regular intervals, rather than wait for him to offer; after all it was Llewellyn who’d pushed for them to get down to it, so Rafferty felt that it was only fair he was the one to make sure their heavy task was well-watered.
Llewellyn came back with another brew, and Rafferty leaned back in his chair, and said firmly, ‘That’s enough paperwork for one day.’ He expected an argument, but to his surprise, Llewellyn didn’t make any protest. Probably surprised he’d lasted this long, Rafferty reasoned. ‘Fancy some fresh air?’ he asked Llewellyn.
‘Yes,
