Chapter 17
CARTER STOOD IN LINE AT the coffee shop as he recalled his experience in the bookstore earlier. He’d walked around the little, cramped store, with stacks of books laying everywhere. It smelled dusty, but not in a dirty way. He noticed stacks of paperbacks on little tables with chairs in between them. You could barely see past one stack to the next one, there were so many.
“Welcome to The Spine Shuffle!” The young guy yelled from across the store. “Let me know if you need any help.”
Carter couldn’t see him, but could hear his voice coming from behind a shelf. “Actually, I do need help. I’m looking for someone.”
“Okay,” the guy yells back. “A heroine or hero?”
Confused, Carter replied, as he rounded the first bookshelf and saw the guy sitting on the floor sorting books, “I’m
