Epilogue
“And you’re sure you want to do this?” I stared out the dirty window, using a cloth to clear a large enough circle that I could peer across the street to where Jesse waved from the window of Things in the Attic. I waved back. “It still smells like incense.”
“Yeah,” Grant chimed in. “And there was one of those spooky, old-school, demon-conjuring circles in one of the upstairs rooms before I cleaned it up.”
“I’m sure it was just for show.” Vic was smiling, counting off his steps and occasionally pulling out a tape measure and jotting down notes. “I’m sure. It’s the perfect location.”
The storefront was old. Before the Wiccan store, there had been a head shop. Before that, a shoe store, a vintage clothing shop, and a massage parlor. And that was just during the years I had run Th
