RAFFERTY JERKED UP from his pillows and stared into the dark bedroom. The dream had been so vivid; he found it hard to recognise reality. His guts stirred uneasily. Because the dream had been all about the investigation. He’d dreamt that he’d put an innocent person away. Gary Oldfield! Innocent! he scoffed to himself.
He checked the clock radio. It was three in the morning. He groaned. Not again. His head throbbed and he felt a bit queasy. He hoped he wasn’t coming down with something. He thought he’d had enough alcohol to keep him in anaesthetised sleep till morning. But now he was wide awake. Worse, he had a niggle. A niggle of doubt about Oldfield’s guilt. It was a niggle he didn’t want and he tried to force it from his mind. But it wouldn’t go away. It wasn’t just a dream, then, he th
