Chapter Six
Whitby was not a big town, so I knew exactly where the tanning salon was, despite never having been there. It was in a strip of older shops that wasn’t exactly the town’s best feature. The rest of Whitby looked like something out of a Chamber of Commerce catalog: carefully preserved old buildings, a picturesque town square with an interesting historic statue of a bespectacled man waving his arms about, and a wide boulevard of a main street dotted with businesses and beautiful old homes.
On the way over I managed to eat most of my lunch. I was used to eating quickly anyway, since sometimes the other library staff would need my help and interrupt my lunch break. Besides, it wasn’t exactly the type of lunch you cared to linger over, savoring every bite. I parked in front of the
