Rafferty shook his head in mock admiration. 'Amazing. How do you do it?'
'Och, it's just a little skill the Almighty gives to fine-figured men in their prime, Rafferty.' Sam swept a disparaging glance over Rafferty's skinny frame and bright auburn hair, before adding, 'You'll need to get some extra flesh on your bones, a higher forehead and some wise grey hairs before he invests you with similar abilities.' Having satisfactorily put both Rafferty's comparative youth and his thick auburn mop in their place, Sam bent his balding pate back to its work.
'Anything else you can tell me, oh wise one? Like whether he was hit by a man or a woman, for instance?'
'Could be either, Rafferty.' Sam spared a glance for the murder weapon as one of the SOCO team placed it in a protective bag and smiled.
