“Oh.” Andrew stopped his backward momentum with a pleased smile. “Thanks.”
Isaac followed him, partially because he too was due for a bite, but also because he knew Andrew was keeping a keen eye on his surroundings and the path to the kitchen would lead him right past—
“Oh my God.” Andrew came to a skidding halt when he saw the glass case around the corner. “Is this what Dalton mentioned? That isn’t a comic. It’s The Shadow Annualfrom 1942!”
Despite the otherwise mundaneness of the building, a place of honor had been set aside for Isaac’s pristine copy of the old pulp magazine.
“No wonder you keep it under glass.” Andrew approached the case with the proper gait and reverence. “In this kind of condition, it’d be worth…I can’t even imagine what this is worth. You must have paid—” he cut off as soon as he glanced at Isaac. “You stole it, didn’t you?”