Chapter Twelve
But as he glanced at his watch, Rafferty realised that Adam and his siblings would have to wait. For once, Sam Dally had managed to find an early slot in his schedule and had penciled Dahlia Sullivan in for her post mortem before lunch. They’d better get a move on, or they’d be late again.
Rafferty found Llewellyn just coming out of the drawing room with Adam Chambers. ‘Sorry, sir,’ he said to Adam. ‘We’ll have to leave our little chat till later.’ He turned to Llewellyn. ‘We’re due at the PM. How could you have let me forget?’
Llewellyn consulted his watch. He looked crestfallen. ‘I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t notice the time.’
‘Never mind. If I put my foot down we should get there more or less on schedule. Come on. Don’t want Sam having another pop at me.’
‘I can’t underst
