Chapter 9
“May I help you?” the woman at the counter asked when Austin walked into the costume shop late Tuesday morning.
“I’m looking for Mark,” he replied.
“He’s in the showroom, helping customers.” She returned her attention to the couple who wanted to rent the costumes he’d seen them hang on the rack beside the counter.
Austin went through the double-wide doorway and entered chaos—controlled to be sure, but still in his eyes, chaos. There were six rows of costumes running the full length of the showroom, with people in all the aisles. Some were looking; others were pulling costumes off the racks to hold them up to themselves while they asked their companion what they thought. One woman with an armload of dresses was heading to one of the four curtained dressing rooms along the side
