Chapter 3

Because he had nothing else planned for the weekend,and because he coulduse a few extra bucks,Patrick had agreed.But now…

What the hell was I thinking?he wondered as he lifted the box onto one of the tables in their booth.

Opening the box,he started sorting through the comics,not sure what he was really doing.Each book was carefully wrapped in a thin plastic bag to protect it.Leena had price stickers stuck on the outside of the bag,and the books appeared to be in some semblance of order,so Patrick laid them out on the table the same way he pulled them from the box.Help me out,she says.And where is she,hmm?That’s what I’d like to know.It’s not helping out if I’m the only one doing the work.