Finn watched as Luke slowly moved from shelf to shelf in the office, occasionally taking out a book to read the blub on the inside cover. Most of them he put back. A few he set on the table.
“Like crime stories, huh?” Finn said.
Luke nodded. “Not exactly great literature, I know.”
“If I own them, they are.”
Luke gave him an amused glance and went back to looking. “Oh, oh, oh,” he exclaimed, pulling a well-used book from the shelf. “I always wanted to read these.”
Finn smiled when he saw Luke holding a collection of Sherlock Holmes stories. “Now you’re getting into the classics.”
“I know, huh?” Luke looked the pile of books on the table. “I can’t take all of these.”
“Sure you can, if you don’t mind a broken back from lugging them around. Tell you what. Pick a couple for now, and I’ll
