He moved then into the door just enough to step into the book shop his presence immediately shrank the already cramped place he brought the storm with him the smell of cold air and the faint clean scent of turpentine he looked around the shop with a familiar look that set Clara teeth on edge Mr...? She said Jason Todd she corrected alright Mr Todd she said drawing her self to his height but she was still left looking up to his face I have no inventory no record of any trade until I have full accounts of this shop nothing leaves this shop nothing leaves here she said trying to mustered dominance in her voice he then turned back at her and smiled your uncle said you were stubborn he said the comment so immediate and knowing felt like and invasion. He nodded slowly eyes still fixed on her he brought out a piece of paper and a smooth grey stone from the river flat and oval he then smile and said a trade for my patience he then turn toward the door and without another word he left not looking back and disappeared into the rain Clara stood frozen the only sound was the heart beat and the flying of the sound that reads open she picked up the stone from where he had dropped it for some reason it was very beautiful and eye catching it was cold and heavy in her hand as she thought of what just happened who was him and why would he drop the stone and leave her first year of the prison arises a new and mostly intriguing mystery which she was ready to slove as she returned to her day jobs in the prison mistook for a book shop as she hope to returned back to her live
