The truth was, she had to admit to herself, that there was a nastiness in Raquel that really quite scared her, and what had seemed a wild theory now seemed more than fitting: that her old school friend was indeed capable of a gruesome act of violence. Although she tried to tell herself her questions had obviously hit a nerve, confirming that Raquel indeed knew Terry Smith a good deal better than she was letting on, Keeley also had to admit that her questioning technique left more than a little to be desired. In fact, she had been downright clumsy, and had made even more of an enemy of Raquel. Although it hadn’t been her intention, she found herself going into Crystals and Candles, seeking a friendly face and a comforting cup of herbal tea. The heavy smell of incense and various aromatherapy oils hit her as she went in, the flickering candles casting sinister shadows around the brightly colored shop. Keeley gave herself a mental shake; she really must get a grip on herself. Megan, at least, seemed pleased to see her, enveloping her in a patchouli-scented embrace and waving her to a seat.
