Murder of a Bookstore Babe

Since Skye and Wally had each driven from work directly to the rectory, she followed him in her own car. The library was on the second floor of city hall, in the same building as the PD. So while Skye drove around to park in the public lot, Wally pulled his squad car into the garage.

They met at the entrance and climbed the stairs together. It was almost five thirty, a half hour after the library was supposed to close, but the door was unlocked. Skye and Wally stood at the chest-high counter and looked around. There was no sign of Judy.

The library was divided into two main rooms, both of which were jam-packed with shelves. There were a few wooden chairs and a couple of study carols, but the rest of the space was crammed with books and magazines. A small office was wedged into a corner.

“Anybody here?” Wally raised his voice. “Ms. Martin, it’s Chief Boyd.”

There was no answer.

The town had needed a bigger library for years, but somehow the funds never materialized. Lack of resources also meant limited hours. Currently, on the weekend the library was open only from ten to four on Saturday and noon to three on Sunday. Judy and two high school students on a work-study plan were the sole employees, although the Friends of the Library provided a couple of volunteers.

“I’ll check the office,” Skye offered.

“Good. I’ll see if she’s anywhere among the shelves.” Wally headed into the other room.

Skye walked over to the tiny cube and stuck her head inside. It was empty. As she returned to the circulation counter, she noted how threadbare and depressing the surroundings were. With most of the budget reserved for acquisitions, the paint on the walls had faded to a sickly goldenrod, and the carpet was somewhere between a tumbleweed tan and mouse-droppings brown.

Someone, presumably Judy, had attempted to brighten the space by adding lacy green plants to the tops of the shelves and hanging colorful mobiles from the ceiling. But they just added to the clutter and highlighted the shabbiness.

Skye and Wally met back at the entrance, and he said, “No sign of her among the shelves.”

“She wasn’t in her office either.” Skye felt a prickle of concern. “I hope nothing’s happened to her. If she had some knowledge of the crime, and the criminal found out, maybe he kidnap—”

“We don’t even know what she wanted to tell me,” Wally cut her off. “Let’s not borrow trouble.”

“I’m not.” Skye’s voice had an edge to it. “But she specifically said she would wait for you here, so where is she?”

Wally stepped into the hallway and yelled, “Hey, anyone around?”

He had just taken a deep breath to call out again when Judy came rushing up the stairs, still drying her hands on a paper towel. She wore her shiny brown hair to her shoulders and had a light dusting of freckles across her button nose. Her wholesome good looks reminded Skye of the old TV show character Gidget. And the pink and black polka-dotted skirt and pink cotton T-shirt she wore reinforced that girl-next-door image.

Skye stepped out from behind Wally and raised her hand in a small wave. “Hi, Judy.”

“Hi, Skye.” After ditching the paper towel in the trash can, Judy apologized. “Sorry to keep you waiting, Chief Boyd. I was in the bathroom. It sure would be nice if there was one up here. Oh, well. As my grandma used to say, if wishes were horses, we’d all be in the Kentucky Derby.” She smiled at them both. “I’m so glad to see you two.”

“What’s up?” Wally took his notepad from his pocket. “Officer Martinez said you had something urgent to discuss with me.”

“I do.” Judy fished a key ring from her pocket, then walked around Wally and Skye. “Let me lock up and I’ll show you. It’s easier than trying to explain.”

“Sure.” Skye glanced at Wally. What did she need to show them?

After Judy secured the library’s entrance, she motioned for them to follow her. “They’re in my office.” Once they had squeezed into the tiny space, she pointed to a pile of books. A paper grocery bag was pushed down around them. “These do not belong to the library.”

“Oh?” Wally’s voice was neutral. “Then how did they get here?”

“They were deposited into our remote box sometime between four p.m. on Saturday and noon Sunday,” Judy explained. “You know, the one in the parking lot that people can drive up to and return books without getting out of their car.”

“Right.” Wally nodded. “When did you realize these weren’t library books?”

Skye guessed these were the stolen books, but she couldn’t tell what Wally was thinking.

“I didn’t have a chance to go through the returns until this afternoon,” Judy said. “I’m on my own on Sunday, and my part-timer doesn’t come in until one on Monday. But as soon as I saw them, I knew.” She pointed to a small volume on top of the pile. “This is a first edition of The Velveteen Rabbit.” Her finger hovered over the cover. “Usually if there are books that aren’t ours, I assume they are donations for the yearly used book sale the Friends put on, but this book is so rare, I knew . . .” She trailed off.