Chapter Seventeen
Alistair had first seen the creature, the ram with tentacles, four, maybe five years prior.
She couldn’t remember the specific book, but she did remember finding something special in the first haul she’d made on her own, or maybe it was the haul that inspired her to eventually set out on her own in the first place.
Ed hadn’t been answering his phone that night, so she’d taken the train up to Morningside Heights, to his brownstone despite the late hour. The find was too exciting not to share right away. It was raining. A thick, loud, New York City deluge, the kind that flushes rivers of old garbage and black soot down the gutters, giving the place a much-needed bath.
The downstairs shop was closed so she knocked on Ed’s apartment door, huddling under the small awning t
