I didn’t have a sombrero but I had an office and a fan. I leaned back in my chair and yawned. Calamity had set up an open-reel tape deck with the séance tape. There was also an astrolabe, some tarot cards and an archive edition of the Cambrian News from 1955 lying on the desk. It carried the story of a bank holiday battle between cops and Teddy boys from which someone had cut out the main photo. The Slaughterhouse Mob had been involved in the fight. ‘Where’s the picture?’ I asked sleepily. ‘I don’t know, it was like that when I got it.’ ‘What’s the astrolabe for?’ ‘Reverse horoscopy.’ ‘Oh.’ ‘It’s like a horoscope done backwards. Normally you use the positions of the planets to predict someone’s future, but it’s just as easy to work out what their horoscope would have been, say, last month. I thought I would run a check on this Goldilocks boy to see what he was up to the day Gethsemane disappeared. According to the news reports he refused to provide an alibi.
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