Gabe sighed inwardly and stood, glancing at his watch as he went behind the counter. It was almost nine and had just gone dark outside, the heat of the day finally surrendering to the marginal cool of the evening. The front entrance was livable now, but the studio upstairs would still be like an oven. With Gabe’s luck, this new customer would want something that would take hours
He bent to put his sketchbook safely back in the cupboard, and when he straightened, Hype was right next to him, her big cow eyes enormous.
“He’s a cop!” she hissed urgently to Gabe in a voice that likely carried right to where the customer was standing, leafing through the flash binders mounted on the wall. “He’s got cop hair!”