Though happy to settle a case with words, Spearming was not a man of letters. He held much experience with sentences, but the world of books was not a land he was familiar with. By extension, the dusty, narrow aisles of Jacobson's Used and Rare Books was not a place he liked to go without a map, he felt hemmed in by the vast oceans of knowlede that crammed each shelf. A brisk walk into the Medical Science section left him breathless and dizzy at the oppressive walls of black ignorance that faced him.

To travel to the far end of the shop and reach the clerks, to make the voyage across the sea, he would have to take the one safe route. He would have to walk between shelves that held no enlightenment, no inspiration, no spark of genius or effort or learning. It was for this reason, and this reason alone, that Private Investigator Adrian Speamint found himself strolling amiably through the Medieval Fantasy shelves on his way to the front desk. Harm had slipped away from him a few streets back and, he could only guess, was pursuing the quest of independance by orbiting him at a a distance of several hundred yards. She'd catch up soon enough.

Finally emerging from the crowds of teenage boys, Adrian squared his shoulder, set his face in a grim mask of Justice and approached the first clerk he saw, the que parting before his authoritarian glare.

"Bayfield Police Department," he announced, flashing a badge two inches in front of the boy's face, "Special Branch. I need to talk to Glenn Butler. Now." It was harsh, but simple. And Adrian didn't have five hours to waste waiting for Glenn's shift to end.

Harm stormed into the bookstore only seconds after Adrian, fuming ad ready to start blowing steam from her ears. His fists were balled and her scarf hanging from her fist rather then around her neck, having had it pulled off when she’d followed Adrian through a throng of teenagers. Idiots! Pure nonsense, making fun by pinching and leering. She’d never acted that way! Then again, she hadn’t stopped to think about the fact that those boys hadn’t been homeless and assumed any real responsibility.

“I need to see Glen, Now.”

Well, he wasn’t hard to locate. He didn’t belong in the library with his busy schedule and his booming voice. She shook her head, fresh cut hair bobbing around her thin face.

“you know, things go smoother when you don’t demand things, old man.” She walked up and placed her elbows on the counter next to him, looking up at him. What a pair they made!

The boy behind the counter, sadly, was new, and nearly wet himself at the demand. "Oh, um, y-yes, sir, yes, one minute please." With that, he disappeared behind the large door behind the counter to find the on break Glenn.

It was about a minute later when Glenn made his way out, peering up at Adrian. His pen was in his mouth at the moment, and his right arm was covered in author names. He had been reshelving earlier.

"What'd you need?" he asked, remembering the man. He also remembered the girl, but directed his attention to Adrian, who seemed to need it.

Adrian chuckled as the clerk scampered away to find Glenn. A man of his accomplishments shouldn't take pride in frightening dim-witted teenagers, but he did anyway. "They may go smoother," he said to Harm, laying his hat on the counter and brushing back his hair, "But life's no fun without a few rough patches." He shot her a sly grin as Glenn approached, "Am I right or am I right?"

"Ah, Mr. Butler." Spearmint said, resetting his shoulders in the 'Stern Cop' demeanour for the sake of any onlookers. "I'm going to have to ask you a few questions relating to your professional capacities. Is there somewhere private we can talk?"

“You’re wrong.” Harm grumbled her disagreement. She looked at Mr. Glen Buttler’s arm with a sort of desperate longing in her eyes as he entered but quickly averted them. Now that she wasn’t chiding Adrian or being shot back at, his attention having shifted to the book keeper now, she recalled how awkward she felt in the bookstore and grumpily turned around and put her chin in her hand, closeing her eyes.