Chapter 5If Printer’s Devil was shadowed and eerie at 10:30 P.M. closing, it was downright spooky at 3:00 A.M. ghost hunting. Owen flipped on the lights in the first room before he even bothered to turn off the alarm.
They’d brought a bag of tortilla chips, and a few cans of soda—the only thing with caffeine Owen had on hand—and the last few bananas in the house.
“Your pantry is nearly empty.”
“I know.”
“You don’t even have eggs in the fridge. What do you eat for breakfast?”
“Honestly? Normally a banana on my walk in.”
“And lunch?”
“This and that.” Owen hadn’t wanted to tell him that he kept microwave ramen cups in his desk drawer. “I’m still getting used to the whole retail schedule. I’d planned to hit the store tomorrow. Well, today, I guess.”
“You should let me make you dinner o
