IT’S 2:02 A.M. ON A COLD SUMMER NIGHT.

I’m sit­ting in a book store next to a strip club.

Not that kind of book store. The inven­tory here is incred­i­bly old and impos­si­bly rare. And it has a secret—a secret that I might have just discovered.

I am alone in the store. And then, tap-​​tap, sud­denly I’m not.

And now I’m pretty sure I’m about to snap my lap­top shut, run scream­ing out the front door, and never return.