The Alchemyst [antikvár]

CHAPTCR ONe —answer me this: why would anyone want to wear [an overcoat in San Francisco in the middle of summer?" Sophie Newman pressed her fingers against the Bluetooth earpiece as she spoke. On the other side of the continent, her fashion-conscious friend Elle inquired matter-of-facdy, "What sort of coat.>" Wiping her hands on the cloth tucked into her apron strings, Sophie moved out from behind the counter of the empty coffee shop and stepped up to the window, watching men emerge from the car across the street. "Heavy black wool overcoats. They're even wearing black gloves and hats. And sunglasses." She pressed her face against the glass. "Even for this city, that's just a little too weird." "Maybe they're undertakers.>" Elle suggested, her voice popping and clicking on the cell phone. Sophie could hear