As Rafferty opened the door of The Psychic Stores, he snatched a glance at Llewellyn's face. The Welshman, still put out over Rafferty's angry outburst that morning, was barely talking to him. Even an apology had done little to thaw the air. But instead of throwing him deeper into the glooms, Llewellyn's 'nasty smell under the nose' expression filled Rafferty with a new determination to catch Moon's killer. It was just going to take longer than he'd thought, that was all.
There was music playing in the background. Strangely soothing, it sounded like a rushing wind interspersed with the cries of sea birds and the calls of whales and dolphins.
'Do you like it, gentlemen?' Mercedes Moreno materialised beside them and fixed Rafferty with her great dark eyes.
'It's - unusual.'
'It's designe
