Chapter Two
In came a middle-aged woman with blonde hair carefully pulled back in a chignon. Her clothes were obviously expensive but in a very nothing-to-see-here way: monotone beige. She quickly glanced around the library as she came in, as if she were looking for something . . . or someone.
“Can I help you?” I asked politely while Luna caught her breath.
Sunny gave me a smile, but it was the kind of smile that looked as if she were baring her teeth. “Thanks, but I’m just here to pick up a couple of holds. I thought I might stick my head in and speak to Wilson for a moment—is he in?”
Luna nodded and I said, “He’s in his office right now.” Wilson’s office door was always open for a library trustee, even if he was cramming for film club.
Sunny gave me a smile again, this time a bit mo
