doesnât much matter if they do. Moneyâs a great comforter.â
âI can imagine,â said Rafferty, as he thought of the super. Bradley specialized in several of the above. âSo what are you doing in here? Fed up of school meals?â
âSomething like that,â Kennedy told them. âPlus the fact they donât serve up my preferred booze at lunch or dinner.â Kennedy had a pint in front of him. âItâs all fine wines from the schoolâs excellent cellar and theyâre meant to be savoured, not thrown back with gay abandon.â
Rafferty laughed, being something of a gay abandon man himself, and sipped his Adnamâs bitter. He gradually brought the conversation round to what Simon Fairweather did at the Home Office â if only to have something with which to appease Superintendent Bradley if the investigation dragged on.
âIâm not a politician,â Fairweather replied to his question. âIâm a civil servant. An Under-Secretary. I joined the Home Office straight after university.â
âDouble First, our Simon,â Kennedy told them. âThey were lucky to get him. But, God, Si, how do you stand all that bureaucracy and paper shuffling?â
Simon Fairweather smiled. He had a particularly engaging smile â it altered his rather solemn face amazingly and gave him a mischievous pixie quality â most unsuitable in a civil servant, was Raffertyâs thought, where inscrutability was the norm.
âItâs rather more than that, Seb. We deal with day-to-day policing, security for the royal family, combating terrorism. We have rather a wide field of responsibility. Iâve never regretted joining the civil service as a career. And thereâs plenty of scope for the ultra-ambitious.â
âMy boss has been getting his knickers in a twist about your involvement in the case,â Rafferty revealed, without a blush for any possible disloyalty.
âWhy?â Fairweather flashed that impish smile again. âHas he been fiddling the overtime figures?â
âNot as far as I know.â
âThen heâs nothing to worry about. And Iâve nothing to complain about. So far.â
Rafferty nodded. âThatâs good.â He paused, took another sip of his bitter, and then went on. âBit awkward for you, this case, isnât it? In your line.â
Fairweather gave another impish smile. âCertainly, weâre not encouraged to get caught up, as a suspect â which I suppose I am â in murder investigations. But I think Griffin School can be regarded by the senior mandarins as being a suitable place for me to socialize. After all, several of my colleagues attended the school and some come back to the reunions. I wonât get a black mark on my record.â
âUnless you killed Ainsley,â Kennedy quipped. âYou might get a bit more than a black mark then, even from the mandarins.â
âAs far as Iâm aware, Sebastian, the killer, whoever he is, aside, youâre the nearest the school comes to harbouring a criminal. Though, I have to say that, as an anarchist, youâre too lazy to be a very enthusiastic one.â
âThatâs me put in my place,â Kennedy said. âTrust a civil servant to get the last word.â
âI rather think you just did that, Seb.â
Their meals arrived then and Rafferty tucked in heartily to his roast beef and Yorkshires. The beef was melt-in-the-mouth tender and the potatoes were delicious; crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside, just as he liked them. He hadnât expected much from a small village pub, but he made a mental note to put this one in his address book as a possible place to take Abra.
Sebastian Kennedy had started on his fourth pint by the time Rafferty had finished his meal. He gave Llewellyn the nod and a twenty pound note and his sergeant got up to get more drinks. âWill you boys