“Sorry, sorry, I know that’s insensitive to ask. It’s just I would be really interested in interviewing you for a story that I’m doing on victims of violence.”
“Sorry, not interested,” she said.
That would be a damn stupid idea to her way of thinking. Speak about the Bartolli family? Yeah, she wouldn’t look good wearing concrete shoes.
“It would all be anonymous, of course. No mention of names or anything. And there’s a small payment.”
“I’m not that desperate for money.”
Maybe she seemed that way, but she would prefer to use Zander’s money than tell her story.
“I get it. It was a long shot. Hopefully, I’ll see you around?”
“Um, maybe.”
She headed home, feeling defeated.
Tomorrow was another day, she guessed.
“You’re back.”
Angie squared her shoulders as she stared at the librarian.
“Yes.”
It had taken her three days to work up the courage but here she was. “Yes, I’d like to get a library card.”
“Hmph. You live here?”
“Yes, I do.” That was why she’d inquired about a job a few days ago.
“Proof of address?” the woman grumbled.
“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that. I haven’t had any bills come to the house yet.” She wasn’t sure that she would as Zander was paying them. “I’ll have to come back when I do. May I just look around?”
The woman eyed her like she thought she might steal something. There was an odd look on her face.
“Just don’t mess up my shelves,” she said, turning away and hurrying off into the backroom.
She could move fast.
Angie walked slowly down the aisles. She didn’t dare touch any of the books. They were all so neat.
Did she really measure each one with her ruler?
Insane.
Angie took her time, just breathing in the scent of the books. Was there any other scent as good?
Maybe Jared’s scent.
Urgh, stop thinking about him.
“Hello again.”
She jumped with a scream.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
