RAFFERTY & LLEWELLYN BOXED SET: BOOKS 1 - 4 by Geraldine Evans

Author:Geraldine Evans
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: cozy mysteries, british detective series, funny mysteries, funny mystery series in boxed sets, british detectives, mystery boxed sets, funny mysteries in boxed set, murder mysteries, family murder mysteries, police procedurals, cozy british mysteries, funny mysteries in series, mystery series, british cozy mysteries
Publisher: Geraldine Evans
Published: 2014-07-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

ON THE WAY OUT, RAFFERTY stopped to read the words painted in white Gothic script on the smoky glass of The Psychic Store. "Personal consultations in Tarot, Astrology, Palmistry by internationally renowned reader, Jasper Moon. Make the fates work for you, not against you." Oh yeah? Was his automatic response. Since when were the fates open to argument, however persuasive? Like self-employed plumbers, the fates followed their own idiosyncratic course.

Between the consultancy and the store, they seemed to offer something for everyone; the latest New Age books, charms, crystals, oils, incenses—even gemstone amulets in agate, chalcedony, jade and so on, which possessed the power to attract "beneficial influences" such as good luck, healing and protection.

'Seems friend Moon failed to take advantage of the beneficial influences,' Rafferty observed. 'Maybe if he'd worn the jade, he wouldn't have ended up on his own consulting room floor with his head bashed in.’

Llewellyn made no comment and Rafferty went on, musing more or less to himself for want of any input from the pensive Welshman. 'He must have made someone madder than hell for them to just snatch up the victim's own crystal ball and brain him with it. No finesse, no cool planning, just angry emotion.' He mentioned his earlier thought that Moon might have used the information he acquired from his clients to further enrich himself. 'It would certainly explain the type of murder and the panicked attempt to make it look like the work of a burglar. Of course, it still doesn't explain why the box was locked.' He glanced at the still quiet Llewellyn, and said, 'Come on Dafyd, give your brains an airing. Think it's likely Jasper Moon was into blackmail?'

'I doubt it. Why would he put his lucrative professional career in jeopardy for the sake of a dangerous side-line?' Llewellyn's dark eyes were thoughtful. 'Still, he catered for those likely to have more to hide that most—rock stars, actresses and so on. If he was into blackmail, the famous would be the obvious target.'

Contrarily, now that Llewellyn seemed to be taking his blackmail angle more seriously, Rafferty changed his mind. 'I'm not so sure now I've thought about it. Let's face it, showbiz types tend to rattle their skeletons at the flash of a camera, on the principle that any publicity is good publicity. If you read a decent paper on a Sunday instead of those dreary highbrow ones, you'd know that. Every week sees them pouring their hearts out to the sex-obsessed Great British Sunday tabloids. Great stuff, it is. You don't know what you're missing.'

Rafferty put on a falsetto voice. '"I long for my lost love child," cries sexy soap star; "I'm ashamed of my promiscuous past," confesses born again ex-porno queen, "Toy boys were my downfall" admits aging theatre dame.' He paused, lost the falsetto, and demanded, 'How likely is it that people like that would leave much for Moon – or anyone else – to rake over?'

Llewellyn shrugged absently, said, 'Not very, I suppose,' and lapsed into silence again.

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