6
We stood outside the massive glass cube that rose above the street, watching as New Yorkers and tourists alike streamed down the stairs, anxious to get their technology fix.
“The girl was playing you.” Devon shook his head as he stared down through the glass to the subterranean store. “There’s no way there’s a Lancre in there.”
“And what makes you believe that?” Eric asked.
“Background checks for hiring employees.” Even as Devon spoke, his hand drifted into his coat pocket.
“They background checked the lunch lady,” I said. “They must have. She worked at a school.”
“I see I have once again failed you.” Eric frowned. “While we who dwell below”―he said the phrase with a weird emphasis that was no less obvious than just saying wizards―“are not known for our love of technology, there ar
