Chapter 17“How much are you willing to take for all of these?” Gen asked the woman behind the counter. The cashier at Moon Books had red hair and wore loose, billowing clothing which reminded Gen of a school teacher. She had introduced herself at some point when Gen was hauling in the boxes of pagan tools and books, but it had quickly flown from her mind.
“How much are you willing to take?” the woman asked. Her demeanor was kind, her eyes soft. “Because I don’t think we can give you cash for it, and store credit will be much better.”
“Sure, whatever. Sounds great. As long as someone else can use them.”
“Someone else definitely can. These are great finds. Are they yours?”
“Not exactly.”
The woman’s kind demeanor faded. “I’m afraid I cannot accept stolen materials.”
Gen snapped her att
