“Two hundred thousand,” the appraiser said, licking his lips.
She handed it to Mira. The retired librarian’s breath hitched.
“Shh! Put it down ,” hissed a voice from the True Crime aisle. sasha grey naughty bookworms
He bought The Pearl and left confused.
At midnight, they were interrupted by a jingle of the front door. A man in a trench coat entered, eyes darting. He wasn’t a customer. He was an appraiser from a rare book auction house. “Two hundred thousand,” the appraiser said, licking his
As the lock clicked behind him, Mira raised the leather-bound Venus in Furs . “To the naughty bookworms,” she toasted.
Sasha’s lips twitched. “A selection emergency.” “Two hundred thousand
Sasha smiled. It was the smile of a woman who had read every trick in every story.