Bad UnicornsAfter another exhausting day in the shop and yet another visit from Alec, Kit sank into the comfortable folds of her favourite armchair with a sigh. Mrs Rashid had coaxed her husband out of his hiding place under the bed and reassured him that his cousin was still safely in India. Kit contemplated making a full confession, but when Mr Rashid timed every bathroom break to the millisecond, her guilt wore off pretty fast.
Jerry hummed to himself in the kitchen, rustling up something complicated involving a loaf of fresh bread. Without Raki at his elbow like an eager puppy, he looked somehow diminished. Kit opened her mouth to raise the familiar and painful topic of Raki’s disappearance when her phone chirped. She reached for it and wrinkled her nose. Her fingers moved over the ke
