Chapter Four
RAFFERTY'S FEELING of irritation, like most of his moods, quickly passed. 'Glad to see you're back to your wise-cracking self again,' he teased Llewellyn, as with the news-breaking now behind them, the Welshman's cello-length features had reverted to their normal fiddle proportions.
Llewellyn parked the car precisely in the centre of the marked lines of the police station car park, and turned off the ignition, before he replied. 'I've never considered murder to be a joking matter, sir,' he quietly rebuked. The words, "unlike you", hovered unspoken between them.
Rafferty, defensive in turn, retorted, 'We all have our own ways of coping with the strain, Dafyd. Just because I find it helps to keep my sense of humour intact doesn't mean I'm some kind of flinty-hearted dog. Sure
