IT WAS SEVERAL HOURS later when Rafferty came out of Superintendent Bradley's office. He shut the door in a suitably deferential manner before grinning broadly and uncrossing the fingers that had protected him from his lies. Rafferty, you're a silver-tongued devil, his conscience began. I know, he told it. And don't think I'm not grateful.
After congratulating Rafferty on solving the case, Bradley had, of course, brought up the subject closest to his heart. He had huffed, puffed, and finally roared his accusation.
After listening in silence for a few minutes, Rafferty had adjusted his voice to a tone of injured innocence as he defended himself against the PIMP accusation. 'But sir,' he had protested. 'Surely you don't think I did it deliberately...? Can you really believe I've even heard
