29 Nick
I feel strangely cautious about conducting any sort of research on my own computer now. The police have returned the car already but didn’t bother to do me the courtesy of letting me know they’d found nothing. Even though it’s back, I can’t shake the thought of the car being tracked or followed. So I slip on my shoes and leave the house, deciding to walk into town.
My first port of call is the library. I go inside and speak to the young girl at the desk about using their public computers. She tells me I’ll need to sign up for a library membership. Yeah, I know. A writer who doesn’t have a library membership.
Apparently it only takes five minutes to sign up. All I’ll need to do, she says, is type in my identification number and password and I can then use the computer. I don’t li
