Chapter 5The doorbell chimed five minutes after Jack entered an interior which hadn’t changed in fifty years. A particular level of grime and dust basked under an orange light, which made the labels on items increasingly difficult to read. Best of luck to whoever else tried to find what they wanted in here without Harry coming to the rescue. Jack half believed Harry kept things this way intentionally to get everyone to chat with him. Now, the man was out back, fetching the hinges Jack required, as Harry displayed only a sample of each nailed to a board, as a sign of what the shop housed as stock. That Harry liked to keep things traditional was no surprise, though; he was one of the few around who still spoke with a deep Devonian accent.
“Hello?” In contrast, a smooth, cultured voice made
