Chapter 127 - Chaos Magicians

Laci leaned back in the overstuffed chair sitting in the corner of Nazareth’s store, thumbing through a thick volume of folklore without really reading it. The events of last night still annoyed her, and she had a hard time shaking that annoyance. As soon as she finished the breakfast her mother made that morning, she excused herself, caught the local bus, and headed downtown to Nazareth’s bookstore. He cocked his brow at her when she shoved her way into his store but said nothing as he took a sip from his flask—at ten-thirty in the morning.

“If you’re going to hang out here, you can help me by stacking these mystery books on the back shelves,” he said, pointing to a box near one of the crowded aisles. “Apparently, some lady left them to her daughter when the woman died, and the daughter doesn’t read. A quick sale and now there’s inventory to sort. Dig in.”