Part 10; Something is going on here

Olivia, continuing to message their spines’, started piling the quieted books back in the box. Olivia left the box to crawl around on the floor looking for other escaped books. Monster Books were hiding everywhere.
Almost every book shelf now had a little monster protecting their new found territory with vigor. It was one thing to know that stroking their spines calmed them, but it was another to actually stroke their spine. That was the spot they worked their hardest to not expose and the only way they were distracted from that objective was if they were biting something, like some ones hand. By the time the last book was back in the box Tim and Olivia looked they had barely escaped a runaway train. Olivia’s blouse was untucked and she managed to get on ink stain on her grey pencil skirt. Tim’s glasses were crooked on his nose and his remaining tufts of hair were standing on end. Both had managed to have scraps and cuts covering their arms and hands, and Olivia’s exposed legs.
Rad swiped his head to one side, brushing his fingers through his bangs and looked as cool as he ever did. “Whoa! That was knurly, straight out of Harry Potter. Where did you get those books from?”
Olivia was leaning up against the A book shelf next to Anne of Green Gables. “Oh Scholastics just sent them to us. Pretty nasty joke.”
Tim, out of breath, sitting at an empty spot against the wall, gasped, “Remind me to call and thank them. Those were so realistic. I didn’t even see were the battery went in.”
“Psychedelic man.” Rad started back into the store, “Well, I am almost done putting the front desk stack where they need to go, I’ll come back for a stack to move to the floor. Glad I could help.”
Olivia sat up. “Well I guess we should get these out to the floor. I hope there are no other Monster Book of Monsters lurking in another box.”
“No, but I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of them in this room.”
“You think we could have missed some.”
Tim grunted as we got up off the floor. “Oh we defiantly missed some.”
Olivia opened a box and looked through a few books, then turned to Tim, “Alright, where is the clipboard?”
Tim clipboard had everything on it. Olivia and Tim would be lost without it. Tim picked up the clipboard from the floor where he had been laying earlier. The papers that were on it were bitten to shreds. Olivia started laughing and Tim followed suit. Grabbing the clip board Olivia said, “I can print off today’s order hold on a second.”
She left the store room and walked into the book store. Out of the corner of her eye Olivia thought she saw a man dressed up as a pirate sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs that leaned up against some of the shelves. She turned and sighed, there was nothing there. As she walked across the store back to the office, she thought about the day. “First I am late. Then the cat, Mike going to Egypt, Mike’s going to Egypt.” Her thoughts almost stayed on Mike, but she forced them to vear back on track, “then Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, the man, the books. Something is wrong.” These events spread across a few months might be acceptable, but all in one day. She didn’t like it. Olivia walked into the office and sat at the desk. She turned to the computer sitting to the right and looked for the file with the days order and were everything goes. She kept thinking about all the people in her store, but there was nothing to do about it. She couldn’t just kick everyone out. But why were all of these odd characters in her store and have of them fictional. She immediately dismissed the question, but her mind wouldn’t let it go. “But what about Sherlock this morning, or the boy with the vocabulary of Webster dictionary reading an a thousand page chapter book?”
A jolt of shock went through her, the little boy. She had forgotten all about him! So lost in thought Olivia didn’t even finish printing off the order. She paced to the aisle she left him at and he was gone. Olivia started racing down between the book shelves looking for him. The melodic passing of the book shelves made her a little dizzy as she walked up and down the store looking in each overstuffed chair, bench and cranny. Sam was at the front desk again putting price stickers on a new pile of books. Olivia passed the desk for the third time looking frantic, “Olivia what are you looking for?”
Olivia came up to the front desk and leaned against it, “Did you ever see a little boy leave here.