Chapter Five
The next day was more of a regular day at the library. That meant that there was still the element of the unexpected (broken equipment, computer questions, research help, a clogged-up toilet in the restroom), but it didn’t happen all at once.
I was locking up the library that night so when five o’clock rolled around, I was still around when Hattie Gray walked in. She was a tall woman in her early fifties who had a fondness for tailored clothes. Hattie was definitely a regular patron at the library—you could practically set a clock by her. As the high school principal, she liked to take work here to knock out before she headed home. I’d always thought that was a remarkably good way to separate office and home life while still being able to get out of the school and to a diffe
