When they were out of the main drinking area, where the nightclubs and bars were located, Lucas allowed himself a small, satisfied smile.

Ema would be pleased. After weeks of failure, they were positive that they would receive exactly what they had been looking for.

Astor followed the smell to a little, independent bookshop nestled in between a thrift store and a vegan café.

Over the door was a sign that proclaimed ‘Bookmark Haven’ in finely chipped gold paint.

Indeed, the bookstore was closed, and all the windows in it were blind, but Lucas was convinced the individuals were still alive in the building.

He whispered to others surrounding him...