SUSIE SUTHERLAND WAS inclined to be surly, and at first attempted to deny she had been anywhere near The Railway Arms on the night of her father’s death.
‘You say someone saw me?’ she challenged as they entered the empty living room, and she gestured in a careless manner towards the room’s seating. ‘Who? I’ve told you they must be mistaken.’
‘No mistake, Ms Sutherland,’ Rafferty said as he and Llewellyn took advantage of her graceless offer and sat down. ‘We have a very positive identification from someone who knows you by sight. You were there. The question is—why?’ For a moment, Rafferty thought she was going to continue to deny it and break out into a tirade of abuse. There were two hectic spots of colour high on her cheekbones, which could have been anger or another overwrought emoti
