Checked Out by Elizabeth Spann Craig

Author:Elizabeth Spann Craig
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: small town cozy, southern cozy mysteries, Cozy mysteries cats, cozy mystery with cats, Ann Beckett, Elizabeth Craig
Publisher: PublishDrive
Published: 2019-04-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

BY THE END OF THE AFTERNOON, I was setting up the community room for the self-defense class by pulling chairs and tables into a roomy closet.

Wilson stuck his head in the door and held out an envelope. “Mail for you.”

“Mail?” I asked. I smoothed down my hair absently, realizing it was sticking up in the back from the furniture moving. “When do I get mail at the library?”

I took it from Wilson and frowned. “This isn’t even mail. No stamp. Looks like someone must have dropped it off.”

He shrugged. “Well, they dropped it off in a pile of library mail. I know the best way to find out more—open it up.”

I did and then stared at the single sheet of paper inside.

“What is it?” asked Wilson.

“It’s a warning,” I said slowly. I held up the paper so Wilson could see what I did: Stop Being Snoopy.

Wilson sputtered and then said, “And someone dropped this off for you? What does it even mean?”

“I think it means someone thinks I’m asking too many questions about Roger Walton’s death,” I said. I took a deep breath.

Wilson’s eyebrows drew together to form a woolly line. “What’s the event you’re preparing for?”

“Chief Edison’s self-defense class,” I said. My voice sounded curiously toneless to my ears.

“Perfect,’ said Wilson crisply. “We’ll hand this over to him right away then.”

I said, “It looks like it was written on a computer and it’s been stuck in a plain envelope. There’s no handwriting. Probably no fingerprints. And there aren’t even any threats listed. Like I said, it’s more of a warning.”

Wilson said, “I don’t care what the thing says or what clues it does or doesn’t provide. No one sends warnings, threats, or anything like them to my staff at this library.” He glanced up and saw Burton Edison tapping at the glass door outside the room. “Excellent. Perfect timing.”

Wilson handed the letter to Burton. “Here’s something you need to see. It was apparently dropped off here.”

Burton read it silently and then looked up at me. “Does this make sense to you?”

I felt myself flushing a little. Wilson said, “She’s apparently been looking into things a little.”

Burton raised his eyebrows. “Have you? Why?”

Wilson glanced out the glass door and said, “Excuse me; I need to help out front.” He hurried out of the room.

I said slowly, “I’ve been worried about a friend of mine, for one. Nathan Richardson.”

Burton raised his eyebrows. “The retired professor? He’s a friend of yours?”

“He was my favorite professor in college and we’ve become good friends. I hoped maybe I could find out some information to put him in the clear—or maybe redirect your investigation,” I said. I flushed. It sounded a little crazy when I said it. Absently, I fingered the locket I wore.

Burton tilted his head to one side, watching me. “I’m also remembering what you told me Friday night at Roger’s house.”

“What was that?” I asked, trying to think back over our conversation.

“Just your backstory—the fact you said you didn’t feel the world was a safe place after your mom died.

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