Chapitre 473: Chapter 473: The Phallic Artist

The old historian didn't notice I was following him, smothering a giggle behind both hands so I didn't give away my stealthy position, until he reached the door to his shop. He had the glass entry pulled partway open, catching my reflection behind him, before he turned to face me down with a scowl tinged with enough nervous anger he knew I'd caught him in flagrante graffiti delicto.

Before he could splutter out any kind of attempt at deflection, I poked him in his narrow chest, grinning openly, then gestured for him to precede me inside the dark shop. Oliver grunted, sighed and finally shrugged at my expression before turning and marching inside, leaving me to catch the heavy door before it struck me.