Chapter Seven
RAFFERTY SWITCHED OFF the microfiche with a flourish and looked round as if he expected a round of applause for his techno-wizardry. None being forthcoming, he strolled back to the desk, thanked the assistant for her many patient explanations as to the gadget's operation and returned to the station.
He found Llewellyn back in the office, busily typing away. 'Rita Colman's story checks out,' he told the Welshman. 'The local paper had a big front page splash about Barbara Longman's accusations against Shore over two years ago. I printed it out for you,' he added casually, carefully forgetting that it had been the librarian's skill rather than his own which had produced the printout.
'So what do you think,' Rafferty asked, after Llewellyn had read the report.
Llewellyn looke
