"This might become awkward," Cal stated, airing out his uncertainty.He was right in more ways than one, but it was a little late to be having second thoughts."Callum," Olivia responded, leaning against a colorfully decorated wall, "you were the one to suggest we break in."That was what she focused on? He'd meant it as a joke. Olivia was the weird one for pushing him from the handle and picking the lock in broad daylight.Cal ignored her for the moment, allowing his eyes to drift across the lonely shop.It was more cluttered than he remembered, with racks of clothing taking up much of the available floor space. The mannequins didn't help, but he couldn't tell if their number had grown or not. Out of precaution, he'd given them a thorough poking, finding nothing funny going on.One area that stood out was the seating, mainly due to its lack of existence. During his last visit, Alice and Lily had been able to relax on cushioned stools. This time, he had to make do with stacking fitting platforms on top of one another. It wasn't a big deal, but it did add to the unease of their wait."That's not what I was talking about," Cal said, choosing not to fight about who amongst them was responsible for the break-in.He considered revealing the real reason he was here, but it wouldn't sound right coming from him. Instead, he deflected to a believable tangent."I just think she might get stabby if she finds out I messed with another one of her colleagues."First, The Whistling Death, and now The Watcher. From the outside, it might seem like Cal was on a crusade against Infinita Nox. He'd been surprised when Olivia had filled him in on the enigmatic man's affiliation, but he was starting to think he should have seen it coming."You're thinking too highly of them," Olivia criticized, her eyes shifting from the entrance to a purple curtain.That thin sheet was all that separated them from the back, (...)