Chapter Ten: Borgin & Burkes
It was an October morning. No customers. Mr. Borgin stood behind the dark-gleaming counter. He watched Tom meticulously rearranging price tags on a shelf.
The lad was obedient, hard-working and able to charm the fairer sex without any wand. Yet, he seemed dangerous, scheming, biding time. Far too skilled for a job in a small shop for low income. He was like still water with something dark and deadly lurking beneath the surface.
Tom had arrived only moments before, his hollow cheeks flushed from the chill. The bell above the door jangled. A woman entered.
A woman.
"Tom, come here."