The bell jingled over the door of The Murky Cauldron, drawing Tansy's attention from the stack of books she was putting on the shelf. She recognized the dark-haired man who walked through the door from their fight with Bertram Leary at the Bottoms a few weeks ago. It seemed like forever ago, and so much had happened since. The man darted his gaze around the store, running his gaze over the figurines, the shrouds hanging from the ceiling, the boxes of stones and amulets. He didn't look surprised at what he saw, just curious.
“Can I help you?" she asked, still facing away from him, a couple of books in her hand waiting to be put on the shelf. “Officer Rochester, right?"
He slid his hands in his pockets as he nodded. “Yes," he answered with a smile. “Although, it's detective now. I guess so
