Rook addressed the librarian behind the polished counter. “Can you, perhaps, point me to the macabre section? I’m in a Goth kind of mood.”

“No, I don’t expect you to succeed. I expect you to fail,” Rook laughed appreciatively. “You always fail! I depend upon your failure, and then when you’re done, I call the professionals. I just like giving you a chance to act useful.”