“Why not? What are you doing here? And come to that, how did you get in?” “Your back window.” “Again? For crying out loud. I only took the nails out last week!” “For which I’m glad,” Kim said. “It would have been unsubtle to smash it, and defeated my purpose.” Will glowered at him. “Which was what?” “Getting in here without anyone noticing me.” “It’s a shop. You can walk in without anyone paying attention all the time. I wouldn’t pay attention if you walked in.” “You’re a born bookseller,” Kim agreed.
