Chapter 26
Not feeling welcome for some reason, I hit the street. I don’t want to stray too far and miss Randy leaving the clinic. I backtrack to park my sorry ass across the street where I can keep a sharp eye on the place. Midway down the block, I stop at a shop that sells collectibles and used books. Now, we’re talking.
I duck inside and nose around. The musty smell of old, dusty curios and floor-to-ceiling old hardback and paperback books, permeates the place. Some books are stacked on the threadbare carpet, creating a maze. I wander through it, happily. Window shades cast a golden glow on everything. A white-haired guy with wire-rimmed glasses looks like he’s sleeping at his desk. As I draw near, he looks up and says, “Hello there.”
“Uh, hi.”
“May I help you?”
“Just looking.”
Hi
