Before you burned down the bookshop, you allowed me to go back for a single book. You called it a mercy, but we both knew it was a trick.
In that brief window, with the scent of petrol all around me, I made good my escape. What’s the fun of owning a used bookshop without a secret passage? In better times, it led to a cozy hidden reading room. As things got worse, I put the space to other methods.
I wonder how face looked looked when you realized I had vanished and taken everything of value with me?

In just two days, I’ll be doing a signing for The Mountain’s Shadow at Pulp716 in North Tonawanda! I hope I see you there! https://fb.me/e/bDvypEWtO