KEITH SUTHERLAND HAD been sixty-eight when he died, and though over retirement age, had still been working, so Rafferty presumed his ex-friends were of a similar vintage.
After he and Llewellyn had read that morning’s reports, they got themselves over to the first of these ex-friends, Gilbert Fortescue.
They found Fortescue in his front garden. He lived in a large, semi-detached with early roses rambling over the front of the house. Rafferty quickly told him the reason for their visit.
Fortescue was a small man, no more than five foot six, with a lined brown face that betokened a lot of time spent in the open air. He didn’t beat about the bush once Rafferty had finished the explanation for their visit, but said simply, ‘I suppose you want me to dish the dirt.’ It was a statement rather than a……
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