Reno stopped and stared at the mess. Dusty tomes, spines with peeling labels, book trucks half full near shelves half empty. Vincent wasn't kidding when he said it was still being organized.

Great.

"Thanks," he managed, trying for a smile. It wasn't Vincent's fault, and the gunman had at least shown him the way. Now he was on his own. And sure, it sucked, but hey -- he was a Turk! He was resourceful, he could figure this out. Even if it tried his patience.

"Guess I'll take it from here." He gave the other man a thumbs-up before wandering toward the first large shelf indicated, trying to figure out how to start systematically.