Chapter Seventeen
TO RAFFERTY’S SURPRISE, gaining access to the suspects’ bathrooms turned out to be surprisingly easy.
Derek Fowler, when Rafferty went to his home late the next morning, was all genial bonhomie, doubtless brought about by his inheritance off Keith Sutherland’s share of the business. His face was redder than ever and provided evidence that he’d had a celebratory drink or three, as did his whisky breath.
‘So what can I do for you, Inspector? Tying up loose ends, is it?’
‘Something like that, sir.’
Invited to sit in the fussy, floral living room, Rafferty said, ‘I imagine you’ll be planning your retirement now?’
‘You imagine right. Keith could have been too, if things had worked out differently. I awarded myself a day off today to get into the swing of retirement. Will
