Z Berman Books Passaic Novels & Stories

We have a nice selection of them, actually. Along with the journals are some musty cloth-bound editions of classic literary texts. You know the kind. Books which appear antique and valuable but aren’t. Here’s a damp, musty-smelling copy of Benito Cereno, next to a collection of Shakespeare’s plays. Also, several classic editions of Hemingway’s novels. Now here’s something interesting. A diary. Upon opening it, a name scrawled on the inside cover grabs my attention: “Jebediah Bassler.” Of Bassler House? Bassler Road, and Bassler Memorial Library? This is interesting, to say the least.

John's Pov I was in dad's private room with him, going through some important documents we needed in settling the deed on a property we wanted to acquire for a new branch of our club in Seattle, when one of the boys knocked and came in. "Excuse me, sir. There is a Mr. Berman here to see you." He announced. I saw dad's eyebrow shoot up in question. Berman? That name was new to me, so I knew it couldn't be a business partner.

Berry managed to say, though she clearly wasn't. "You're bleeding. Should I call someone?" "No, I just need a minute." Berry closed her laptop and focused on controlling the nosebleed, but her mind was still reeling from the memories and the photos. Alex Saviour had been engaged to Jezza Clarksville. And somehow, in ways Berry couldn't understand, she was connected to this story. --- At Katz's Delicatessen on the Lower East Side, Bryan bit into his pastrami sandwich while watching Theo and Cossy across the red checkered tablecloth.