An hour or so later, I was walking up the driveway of my house, my lips pursed and my thoughts anywhere but present. All through the bus trip home, I thought deeply about my visit to Mr. Salt’s apartment, which had turned out to be far less profitable than I thought it was going to be. Actually, it was the opposite of profitable, because even though Mr. Salt did not have the Watch anymore, I felt guilty about wasting his time like this, so I bought one of the cheaper artifacts he had on sale and went on my way.
The artifact in question I bought was the broken glass from a street lamp that had been destroyed during the legendary Alpha Sentinel’s battle with the Knights of Light in San Francisco twenty years ago. I had no way of knowing if that was true, but the glass shard cost about ten d
