Chapter Sixteen
Four months later . . .
I took a job in a book store in an obscure corner of the city, where no one I knew frequented. Certainly my husband would never show his face in this section of town, and I wouldn’t find myself running into people I didn’t want to see.
I was in luck. The proprietor of the shop had a small apartment above the store where I could stay, rent free, or at least it was all wrapped up in the same package with my working for him. The poor man had just gotten over heart surgery and needed me badly if his shop was to keep its doors open.
What I didn’t see at first glance, and would only discover later was the value of his old and weathered enterprise, and the books he traded there. He was a detective of sorts, seeking out unusual volumes of anything anyon
