BRIAR CREEK
PUBLIC LIBRARY
“I really do need the book drop fixed,” she said. It sounded lame even to her.
“Uh-huh,” he said. Instead of anger, his voice was full of disappointment, which stung much worse than if he’d been angry. “I’ll get that estimate to you.”
“I’d appreciate that,” she said.
He walked around her, but in the doorway, he stopped and turned around.
“For what it’s worth, I was working a job out at the cottages, a kitchen remodel, at the time of Rushton’s death.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean to-” she began but he cut her off.
“Yeah, you did.”
Lindsey cringed. She was so busted. Her pained expression must have amused him, because he added, “It’s all right. Everyone knows me and Rushton were on the outs. The police asked me where I was, too.”
“I’m sorry,” Lindsey said.
Clyde shrugged as if it were no big deal, but she still felt bad that she had offended him. She watched him head toward his pickup truck. As he drove off, Beth appeared at her elbow.
“What was Clyde Perkins doing here?”
“I’m going to hire him to fix the book drop so that no puppies or any other critters can be shoved in it again.”
“Good idea,” Beth said.
“I also completely offended him by asking him about Markus Rushton’s murder.”
“You didn’t!” Beth said.
“’Fraid so.” Lindsey blew out a breath. “I was just following up on the incident that happened between him and Markus over the bathroom tile.”
“How did he take it?” Beth asked.
“I think I hurt his feelings,” Lindsey said.
“Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“Wow, we need to work on your interrogation skills,” Beth said. “You’re supposed to get suspects to confess, not wind up feeling guilty that you’ve offended them.”
“Or maybe I just need to mind my own business,” Lindsey said with a sigh.
Beth smiled. “Nah, it’s not in your nature.”
“Clyde likes Dean Koontz, doesn’t he?” she asked. “Maybe I can make sure he’s first on the list for the next Koontz book to come out.”
“I’m sure that would help,” Beth said.
“Hey, what do you mean that’s not in my nature?” Lindsey asked.
“Oh, there are so many examples to choose from,” Beth said, tapping her chin with her forefinger.
Suddenly, Lindsey was not so sure she wanted to hear it. She led the way out of the book drop and closed the door behind them. She walked toward the break room, hoping there was some go juice in the communal coffeepot to get her through the long afternoon. Beth walked beside her, obviously having no intention of going back to the children’s area as yet.
Lindsey glanced over at the enchanted island, hoping to see a patron or five needing Beth. There were none. Darn it!
Lindsey lifted the pot out of its holder and looked at the sludge in the bottom of the glass carafe. She poured the thick residue out and began to make a fresh pot.
“Let’s see,” Beth said. “How about when Tammy Jankowski wasn’t going to graduate with us because they said she was a credit short?”
“What was wrong with that?” Lindsey asked.
“You stormed the registrar’s office. You threatened to have their job if they didn’t own up to their mistake.”
“It’s not my fault they didn’t add up her class credits right,” Lindsey said. “They were messing with her future. She had a job lined up, and if she didn’t get her diploma on time, she would have been out of a job. They are darn lucky she didn’t sue them.”
“True, but my point is that you were not exactly minding your own business there.”
“Point taken, but Tammy was so painfully shy, she needed someone to give her backup.”
“Uh-huh, and then there was the time your boss put in that time clock, and your coworker, what was her name?”
“Gina,” Lindsey said with a sigh.
“Gina was always late, so you would punch her card for her,” Beth said.
“Hey, she always stayed late to make it up. If she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have done it for her, but she was a single mom and she needed a break,” Lindsey said.
“Yes, but the point is that you are incapable of not helping a person in distress,” Beth said. “Especially, if you think a wrong has been done. Look at how you helped me when I was being accused of murder.”
Finally, the coffee was ready and Lindsey poured two cups and held one out to Beth.
“Maybe I need therapy,” she said.
“Nah, I like you the way you are, flaws and all,” Beth said with a wink. She left the break room and Lindsey pondered the beverage in her cup. Was it true? Was she incapable of not helping a person in distress? Or was she just a big buttinsky?
“Knock, knock,” a voice called at the door.
Lindsey glanced up to see Edmund Sint standing there.
He was wearing a charcoal gray wool trench coat with his usual plaid cashmere scarf wrapped around his neck. He reminded Lindsey so much of her ex that she had to shake her head to dislodge the image of John from her mind.
“Hi, Edmund,” she said. “How are you?”
“Bored to death and looking for a lunch date,” he said. “I know it’s spur of the moment, but can you get away?”
Lindsey glanced at the clock. It was lunchtime. She needed to eat. She felt reluctant to go with Edmund, and she knew it was because he did remind her of her ex, which was unfair to him, but also because she knew she had feelings for Sully, and to encourage anyone else just seemed wrong.
“It’s just lunch,” Edmund said as if he was aware of her internal struggle. “You are allowed to eat, aren’t you?”
Lindsey felt caught by his charming smile. He was right. She had to eat. It was only lunch. And besides, it wasn’t as if Sully had even asked her out. To pine for him would be ridiculous.
“Sure, I am,” she said. “I’ll just go get my coat.”
She hurried back to her office and took her coat off the rack by the door. She grabbed her purse out of her desk drawer and met Edmund by the door.
“My car is around the corner,” he said.
He let her lead the way out of the library and down the walkway to the left. His car was waiting around the corner. It was a steel gray Jaguar with a wood dashboard and leather seats. Very nice.
“Lindsey!” a voice called form the parking lot. “Lindsey, wait!”
Edmund was holding the passenger door open for her, but she turned around and saw Carrie hurrying down the shoveled walk toward her. She had a file folder tucked under one arm, and her son, Kyle, was striding behind her with a grim expression on his face.
“Excuse me for one moment,” Lindsey said to Edmund. He nodded as if he understood, and she hurried to meet her friend.
“Carrie, what is it? Is everything okay?”
Carrie was panting, so Kyle leaned around her and said, “No, it isn’t. I went over the files for the Friends this morning, and I found some monumental discrepancies. I think someone has been stealing from the Friends of the Library.”