07-24-2014, 11:23 AM
Now there were four men in the store besides himself. Giordano knew that this was probably the most customers the shop keep had seen at one time in his store. He almost turned around to come back later, but the last man who came in gave Giordano an odd feeling. He had a menacing presence about him, he definitely wasn't here to just browse. But it really mattered little.
He really didn't care for the books here, he was looking for someone. Someone in particular, and from what he knew of the Atharim, this was the perfect cover for such an operation. All their old traditions and their murderous ways.
The man in front of him was clearly worried about something, and was lying like his life depended on it. Did he really understand the dangers of the myths he spoke of? The Atharim weren't quite so secret as they had thought.
The last man who had entered pretended to be looking through the stacks, but he was concentrating on other things. It didn't matter either way.
Giordano took the picture from his pocket and approached the shop keep. "You seen this girl? Her name is Aria."
The shop keep took the picture and looked back up at him. "It's blurry, I suppose I could have. I think she lives above a shop a few doors down."
Jackpot! "You know which one?"
He shook his head. "Sorry. She's usually leaving when I close up. No idea where she comes from. But I know it's always from the same direction." He pointed the way down the street.
Giordano nodded. "Thanks a lot."
He really didn't care for the books here, he was looking for someone. Someone in particular, and from what he knew of the Atharim, this was the perfect cover for such an operation. All their old traditions and their murderous ways.
The man in front of him was clearly worried about something, and was lying like his life depended on it. Did he really understand the dangers of the myths he spoke of? The Atharim weren't quite so secret as they had thought.
The last man who had entered pretended to be looking through the stacks, but he was concentrating on other things. It didn't matter either way.
Giordano took the picture from his pocket and approached the shop keep. "You seen this girl? Her name is Aria."
The shop keep took the picture and looked back up at him. "It's blurry, I suppose I could have. I think she lives above a shop a few doors down."
Jackpot! "You know which one?"
He shook his head. "Sorry. She's usually leaving when I close up. No idea where she comes from. But I know it's always from the same direction." He pointed the way down the street.
Giordano nodded. "Thanks a lot."