I gaped at Linus, unwilling to believe the words he was saying. But at the same time, I believed every word. “Oh no. Are you sure?”
He nodded, lips pressed together. “I checked.”
Linus definitely wasn’t looking well. I said, “Here, have a seat.” I motioned him around the desk to my chair. I stood and hurried over to Wilson’s office to let him know while calling Burton Edison, the police chief. He picked the phone up right away.
“Ann?” asked Burton. “Everything okay?”
“Sally Simmons is dead here in the library,” I said, my mouth dry. “One of our patrons, Linus, found her.”
“I’ll be right there,” said Burton grimly.
Wilson heard me as I stood in his office doorway. He was grimly shaking his head, clearly not wanting to believe what I was saying. I understood how he felt. Since sh
