“No, but I must tell you something.”
The man spoke softly, almost in a whisper, leaning toward her. He smelled of old books and faintly of metal.
“I’m sorry. I’m not interested.”
Sophia tried to pull away, thinking he was another city eccentric or a con man, but the man gently touched her arm. He didn’t grab her, only touched her lightly, carefully.
“Take off the necklace. I see what’s in the pendant.”