Grimoire Chapter I_(1)
Brady Thompson parked his car on the street outside “Bowman’s Rare and Used Books” and walked in. The proprietor, Mr. Bowman, absently read the newspaper as Brady walked through the door. As he approached the counter, Mr. Bowman lowered the page and peered at Brady over his glasses, which had slid down his nose. “Ah, Brady. Good to see you. I was hoping you’d come in.” Mr. Bowman turned away from Brady and inspected the bookshelf behind him, where he kept much of his personal inventory. He scratched his head, scanning the shelves. “Aha!” he exclaimed, grabbing an old, worn book with brown binding. He handed it to Brady. As Brady opened it and leafed through the pages, Mr. Bowman explained: “I got it last week at an estate sale. Old widow, her husband died …