Chapter Ten
“Let’s go with Fitz,” said Wilson decisively the very next morning before the library opened. The library opened at noon on Sundays and there were already some folks gathering outside the door. The library director was glancing through the social media votes and the sheaf of votes with a pleased expression on his face. “Say, this was terrific for public engagement. I don’t know when our social media accounts have been so busy.”
“Fitz it is,” I said. “I didn’t see anything else that seemed to fit him so well. Besides, I ran it by my former English professor last night. If even he couldn’t think of something better, we’re in good shape.”
Wilson and I both gazed at Fitz. He’d spent the entire evening loose in the library since he’d already demonstrated himself an expert at the
