Chapter Twenty-One
RAFFERTY AND ABRA WERE throwing a reconciliation party. It had been Rafferty's idea—to prove to Abra that he wasn't the Scrooge he felt he'd appeared over the wedding arrangements. He hadn't stinted on the drink or the food: he'd even hired a DJ, and the reception room of one of the local pubs for the occasion.
He had a surprise for Abra. Now that the case was concluded, and he’d shrugged off any lingering effects of the flu, he'd decided this was to be no half-hearted reconciliation on his part. Abra had been keen before their break-up that they sell both their flats and buy a house. Rafferty hadn't been nearly so keen, but he'd changed his mind. And with the burglaries and the double murder investigations both concluded, he'd had the spare time to go round the local
