Chapter Fourteen
Fortunately, the library became a little quieter after book club let out and after the flurry of checkouts that happened after book loving club members were released out in the stacks. I saw Fitz had curled up asleep with an older man who was reading a magazine and was dozing on and off himself by the fireplace.
About an hour from closing time, I saw another man come in. Fred usually came to the library right after work, still wearing his suit and tie. He had a briefcase full of work, as always. He’d told me before that he got a lot more caught up with his work at the library than he did at home—his house was too distracting and he lost focus. I could pretty much count on him like clockwork.
I remembered Fred worked in the financial realm, but couldn’t remember if he wa
