CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Glad of something to get his teeth into at last, Rafferty set off happily. He didn't like Jes Bullock, and he was relieved this case had thrown up one suspect who didn't make him feel like the rope in a tug of war contest.
When they reached Bullock's flat, Rafferty didn't shilly-shally, but came straight to the point. 'Why did you lie to us, Mr Bullock?'
Jes Bullock stared blankly at him. 'I don't know what you're talking—'
'I'll explain it to you.’ Rafferty cut off Bullock’s expected denials. ‘You told us your stepson visited you on the Wednesday before he died. Strange that you should forget that, whatever he did on Wednesday, he certainly visited you on the Thursday. He was seen by two witnesses.'
'Well, I didn't see him.' Bullock thrust a belligerent face inches fr
