WHEN RAFFERTY WENT back round to his Ma’s home after work, and told her the latest, she still denied she had anything to hide.
‘You’ll be done, Ma,’ he warned her again. ‘Tom Kendall, the DI in charge of the warehouse jobs, is confident that Paul Perkins will cough up the names of his customers. If you’re one of them, the fact that I’m a copper won’t save you. Do you want a criminal record?’
‘It’s yourself and your precious police career you’re concerned about, Joseph, not me at all. Why don’t you admit it?’
Trust his Ma to go on the attack. ’Well, yes, of course I’m concerned about that. It’s how I pay my bills, after all. Why wouldn’t I be? But I’m concerned about you, too. Do you want your name in the local paper? Do you want ‘Her Next Door’ to know you’ll be making an appearance in
