Bookish odds

I was in this odd bookstore that housed must peculiar hardback copies of lesser known but important books along with knick knacks and dust.
It was full of people and conversations and the owner was a man whose eyes looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets; had a vulture nose, wore modern outfits almost always complemented with a cowboy hat and spoke in a high pitched voice keeping his volume to a minimum and he lost his phone apparently thereby grabbing another one which looked like his but turned out to be mine.
I snatched it back from him while perusing a fat book that was full of diagrams and no name and he apologised and disappeared behind a book shelf and never came back.
I stood there hoping there would be a murder and we'd get to investigate but nothing happened and the dream ended with me wanting to eat something sweet in the bookstore.
I woke up with that feeling though not wanting anything sweet but wondering at the dream and if that set up would work as a good premise for a murder setting.