CHAPTER 26––––––––
Overnight the slime covering most of the shop grew snotty and began to get crusty along the edges where it had pooled. When Mara walked in, Bruce stood in front of the work counter trying to get strings of the stuff off his fingers.
“What the hell happened in here?” he said, slinging his hand, throwing translucent ropes of goo onto the floor.
“I wish I had an explanation,” she said, too tired to make up something. Out of habit, she turned to flip the Open sign on the door. No need. A piece of plywood filled the space where the window had been. “I’ll be cleaning up today.”
“My grandfather would have a heart attack if he saw this,” Bruce said, turning in a circle, surveying the mess. “What happened?”
“As hard as it is to believe, a customer came in late yesterday and
