ERIC CHAMBERS WAS BACK in the cells, and Rafferty and Llewellyn were back in their office. Rafferty, his tea once again gone cold beside him, was drumming his fingers on the desk. ‘There must be something more. Criminals generally make one mistake. We’ll find it.’
But the hours ticked slowly by, and still they hadn’t managed to pinpoint any mistake other than the ones they had already discovered. Eric was still denying the charge of murder. It seemed like he’d be denying it all the way to court and when he stood in the dock to make his plea. Maybe, by then, he’d have changed his mind and appointed Ballantyne to represent him, and the same scenario as before would unfold, just lacking the supposed homophobic element. Rafferty had all but resigned himself to it. But then he thought he’d try
