Mike Nomads - Action

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ Sebastian “Bash” Keller had just reached the bottom of his French press when the past knocked on his door, politely, in brown paper and twine. He sighed and set the mug down. The steam curling from it smelt of cardamom and Colombian roast, aged just enough to be romanticized but not enough to justify the price. He moved across the creaky floorboards of his antique shop like a man whose bones had learned diplomacy: with careful negotiation and the occasional