Curly AcademicsKit tapped her fingernails against the leather of her steering wheel. She stared at a line of fraying stitches along its curvaceous edge and wondered if an upholsterer might be interested in fixing up her old car. She blew out an exasperated breath. “Sorry Bug.” She changed the tapping to a loving caress. “My bank account is emptier than my stepfather’s head. Let’s get the mortgage paid for this month and find Raki, then I’ll see what I can do.”
Her route south took her past Langdon’s church and the traffic ground to a halt at the lights. A crowd gathered on the footpath in front of the angular building. It cheered as one as a bride and groom stepped onto the porch. A couple of wedding guests tossed rice and confetti until the crusty verger appeared to stop them messing up
