A moment later, Dylan left again because he had to work at the bookstore. After walking and occasionally teleporting into an alley to avoid being late, he saw two men in suits talking to the owner of the small bookstore that sold new and used books, where he worked.
He noticed a sedan parked in front of the shop. Then he paid attention to the two men in suits, who had fierce, manly faces and neck tattoos that disappeared under their collars, like mafia members.
He saw the bookstore owner, a man in his 50s, fat, wearing glasses, and dressed in work clothes, arguing strenuously with the two men. Dylan slowly approached.
"I told you, I can't keep track of every customer who comes in. How would I know if your little princess came here?" the owner yelled.
"No need to get worked up, sir. We're just asking because many people saw the princess coming here often, almost every day. If you haven't seen her, that's fine," replied one of the suited men, who was starting to look annoyed.
