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Marylebone High Street, London – The Next Day
Rafi and Eli worked the shrink meeting together in a tapas bar. To his chagrin Eli couldn’t fault Rafi. He pitched it perfectly. Showing the right level of respect for the woman’s professional accreditation – something she referred to in every other sentence – combined with a subdued but oleaginous charm that made Eli’s stomach churn. Whatever the schmaltz did to Eli’s digestive tract, it seemed to have the right effect on the spiky, nervous shrink. Under Rafi’s overdone admiration the woman’s shoulders dropped, the lines around her mouth softened and she agreed to make a phone call to Red Cap’s wife’s GP.
The shrink was briefed to check on the progress of the post-mortem and ask about the presence of a suicide note explaining that it mig
