A Persistent Itch“For the last time, please go away, Alec,” Kit said with a sigh. Tiredness dogged her tone. The flatmates stayed up late the night before but came to no conclusions about how to find Raki. He hadn’t posted on social media since the night he disappeared. A picture of his happy grin still occupied the top slot on his profile with the words, ‘Yummo! Spag Bol for dinner. Can’t wait.’ It haunted Kit as she moved through her work like an automaton. Bed at one o’clock and up again at four left her ragged around the edges. She wore Mrs Rashid’s green scarf over her drying curls and glared at Alec across the counter.
“Have you converted to Islam?” he demanded.
Kit sighed and pushed his cash across the counter towards him, wincing as a ten-cent piece tumbled over the side and boun
