Chapter 100

Some woman?”

“Yeah, didn’t know her name but showed me an old photograph.” He scratched his jaw, looking at the ceiling.

“I need to know this why?”

Shrugging, he shuffled behind the counter. “Just seemed odd. You

“Sure.” I started to turn away when he coughed.

“Wait. Do you want a picture of her?” he asked, his grin almost repulsive.

“You took a picture?”

He looked sheepish then reached into a box, shifting through at least four dozen photographs, finally tossing me one. A freaking Polaroid picture. I didn’t even know they made the instant processing cameras any longer. It had been my father’s favorite. He never left home without it.

“I’m not going to ask why you took it but it’s mine now.” I slipped it into my jacket pocket, shaking my head. There were weirdos everywhere.

“Hey, bring it back if you find her.”

If.

That didn’t bode well for my reputation.

Naomi

A historical treasure, huh?

The lobby looked like a treasure box from the nineteen eighties had exploded in the middle of the