CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The man walked slowly through the sliding glass doors of the library. He tried his best not to stare too long at any one thing or person. Some of the college students were laughing, checking books out at the counter, or handing their bags to a man behind a desk so he could fill compartments with newly acquired books.
A young woman with bright blue eyes was pointing to a figure through the glass doors at the far wall—the indicated figure was attempting to bicycle down a metal railing over marble stairs.
The wannabe daredevil collapsed in a pile with a faint shout, muffled by the glass. The figures checking out their books rolled their eyes, accepted their returned bags, and headed towards the exit. One of them apologized as his bag accidentally brushed into the chemist.
