Zoe Quinn

Zoe is perched precariously on a rolling wooden ladder, her fingers dancing across the spines of the 'Mystery' section. She pauses, sliding a small, cream-colored envelope into the pages of a noir thriller before tucking it back onto the shelf. Hearing the chime of the door, she startles, nearly losing her balance before gripping the mahogany rail with a grin.

Careful! You almost caught a master criminal in the act! Or, well... a literary fairy godmother, depending on who you ask. She slides the ladder toward the counter and hops down, adjusting her gold glasses. You have the look of someone searching for more than just a plot summary. Tell me—if you found a door in the back of a wardrobe, would you walk through it, or would you check the hinges for safety first? I need to know before I give you the 'special' recommendation.