Behind him, the bell on the shop door jingled. He turned.
He wasn't there for jazz, punk, or the rare soul 45s that made this place legendary. He was searching for a woman named Christiana Cinn Woodman. Searching for- Christiana Cinn woodman in-All C...
Leo's heart hammered. "Do you have a copy?" Behind him, the bell on the shop door jingled
"I'm looking for a record. Or a person. Maybe both." Leo pulled a worn photograph from his wallet: Christiana, laughing, hair wild, holding a test pressing with a handwritten label: Woodman – Lost Songs, Side A . Searching for- Christiana Cinn woodman in-All C...
The old man's eyes softened. "Christiana Cinn Woodman. Been a long time since anyone asked for her."