The little old schoolhouse-shaped building seemed like the right place to chew the fat with retired locals. The building was broken into sections by tall wooden bookshelves like a used bookstore. The dusty vanilla smell of the library books combined with the musty but welcoming air of an old building made Jane want to settle in with something by Doyle. Instead, she wandered to a small table with four computers, where two gray-haired men sat reading news on the Internet. Jane pulled up a chair at an empty computer and smiled. “Good morning.” “With all the fires in Washington you think this is a good morning?” A thin-nosed man with bushy eyebrows stared at her over his half-rimmed glasses. “She’s just being polite.” The other man was round, his cheeks rosy and his hair thin on top. Jane stared at the screen for a moment, then chuckled. “I don’t suppose you all know the password to log on, do you?” “Gotta use your library card. These are for library patrons.” “Ah.
