THEY HAD AN EARLY NIGHT. They deserved it, Rafferty decided. Llewellyn rang Maureen and arranged to meet her. Unexpectedly, he asked Rafferty to join them. 'We're going to The Red Lion in The High Street,' he told him.
'What?' Rafferty grinned. 'The original teetotal Taffy in a pub? Don't tell me Maureen's finally persuaded you to abandon your youthful vow?'
‘No.’ Llewellyn’s lips moved a fraction closer to his ears, so Rafferty knew he was smiling. 'They serve coffee — cappuccino and a selection of others. Maureen introduced me to it.'
'Very nice, too. So what are we waiting for? Lead me on to this up-market oasis, MacDaff. With my open and shut case looking decidedly iffy, I'm in need of some consolation.'
When he got to the pub, Rafferty's earlier mood of high optimism slid even fur
