The inside of Watters Antiques always had that faint smell I associated with a cross between a library and a funeral home, a mix of old chemicals, leather, ancient books whose pages had begun to decay and the passage of a multitude of souls through the life and times of the artifacts within. I suppressed a faint shudder, though it was a musty sort of humid inside, keeping Petunia tight on my heels as we navigated the narrow way left for customers amid the piles of antiques, ...