Holly gave him a cheeky smile. “You leaving town before the wedding?”
“No. I’m not leaving.” Not that the wedding had anything to do with it. He’d phoned Monty last night to see if keeping Borden for a few extra weeks would be a problem. The older guy had assured him they were getting along well and he should stay as long as he needed. “I’m moving into the Librarian Cottage.”
“The one on Forestry Road?” Holly looked at Dougal like he was crazy. “That place must be run down to the ground by now.”
“Charlotte Hammond and I checked it out last night. It’s not that bad. It’ll be a good place for me to work. Nice and quiet.” The place was more than not bad, in his opinion. It was damn perfect. He’d known the second he stepped inside that he wanted to live there.
Seeing that picture of Shirley wearing the red scarf had cinched matters. He couldn’t believe it was a coincidence. Both of the librarians who had been murdered back in the seventies had been strangled by a red silk scarf.
