Chapter Four
After trying to find a non-existent pulse on Ellie’s wrist, I called Burton right away, my fingers shaking as I dialed his number. He answered quickly, sounding like he’d recently woken up. “Ann?”
“Burton. I just came into the library and the door was unlocked and the lights were on. Someone must have pushed the bookcase over on top of her.” I was fumbling for words, trying to work out what had happened. Those bookshelves wouldn’t just fall over by themselves. Someone must have done it.
Burton’s voice was sharp. “On Luna?”
“No, no. On our new librarian—Ellie Norman. It’s Ellie.”
Relief flooded his voice, just for a moment, before sounding grim again. “Got it. Okay, Ann. Get out of there and wait for me in the parking lot.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I grabbed Fitz’
