![]() ![]() Not one of your charming, quirky bookstores, with a ginger cat on the windowsill and a shelf of rare signed first editions and an eccentric, bewhiskered proprietor behind the counter. Quentin spent fifteen minutes watching it from a bus shelter at the edge of the empty parking lot, rain drumming on the plastic roof and making the asphalt shine in the streetlights. It wasn’t much of a night for it: early March, drizzling and cold but not quite cold enough for snow. ![]() The letter had said to meet in a bookstore.
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