This week’s tale is based on a picture prompt. I love this picture. I’m still working on the contemporary story set in my home town (Til Murder Do Us Part) and we recently had a renovation to our local library. I am pretending ours turned out like this one. LOL. Enjoy the other tales of the week by clicking here.
The more he read, the more intrigued Richard became. Maybe the lady wasn’t loony tunes after all. There was a lot to consider by reading between the lines on the news stories as reported. Richard had a lot of experience with newspapers and how the journalists who covered the crime beat tried to say as much as they could get away with but dancing around other things—things that maybe the investigator or the prosecutor alluded to but couldn’t actually have on the record. The articles he read were leading him to believe there was more here that wasn’t disclosed than was.
Richard printed a few of the most intriguing ones, packed them into a file folder and left the precinct. He headed down Gregory Street to the local library. He wanted to check out some books related on psychology. He’d been to a class at the FBI headquarters in Quantico on criminal profiling and he wanted to grab a few volumes to refresh his memory on the things he’d learned there.
Parking on the street, he entered the newly remodeled building. Glancing around, he was taken anew by the beauty of the sunlight shining through the large, rounded windows with the mullions. He appreciated the way the prisms of glass seemed to twinkle with the heat of the rays beating down through the glass. Since they’d redone the library with the mahogany shelves and the old railway clock, it seemed to Richard that they city was moving into a brand new architectural era. The downtown historical district had always had a strict policy on how the buildings could be renovated and presented and this seemed to be moving outward into other areas of town and that was more than okay with him.
He spent fifteen or twenty minutes perusing the stacks for the books he wanted. Once he had them amassed, Richard stood in line to check them out. Before he handed them to the librarian, someone called his name.
“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be saving the world from crime?” The blonde woman grinned at Richard as she stepped up to stand beside him at the checkout desk.
“Even superheroes need a break, Janette.”