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.
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