The medium, Melissa, swirled the last dregs of the tea around in the china cup, before placing a saucer over the top and flipping it over. (She was a firm believer in doing things by the book. No mugs for her.)
With a self satisfied smile, she placed the saucer upon the green velvet table before her client.
Squinting for a moment, Melissa looked at the remnants of the tea leaves, studying the pattern they formed, and seeking insight. Her mind drew a blank, but she wasn’t paid to admit that.
“Beware of false messengers,” she warned, “And scam artists.”