1. The Year of Our Lord, 1894
“Welcome to E.S. Holton’s!” said the druggist, his demeanor bright and cheerful. “How may I help you?”
Constance noticed the way he seemed to make an exaggerated point of setting aside the ledger he’d been updating as she stepped through the pharmacy’s door; he immediately closed the book, carefully rotated it ninety degrees upon the polished countertop, and using the fingertips of both hands, deliberately slid it out of sight behind a stack of unlabeled boxes.… Read the rest “Mudgett”