Chapter Three
Minutes later, I got a text from Wilson that he was outside. I hopped in the car and said, “Just making sure—you’re dropping me back home after we pick up the books, right? Because I don’t have Fitz with me and you know how there are people who come to the library just to spend time with Fitz.”
Wilson chuckled. “Believe me, I wouldn’t dream of leaving Fitz at your house for the day. No, I’ll drop you by here and then maybe when you get to the library, you can help me unload the books. We should still have plenty of time before the library opens.
He set off toward the lake, classical music playing on his radio from the local college’s classical radio station.
I said, “I didn’t really know Cornelius before this project started, even though I saw him from time to time checki
