Instead, it was an old Victorian house that had been converted for the use. From the entrance, she could see bookshelves lining what had once been a dining room and several bedrooms. The larger living area housed the checkout desk and several computer workstations, as well as a colorful rug for children’s story time. A curving staircase led upstairs to another level. Two teens sat at the computers, while the third workstation was occupied by a woman looking at online quilt patterns. A middle-aged woman in a cardigan stood behind the desk. She looked up and smiled as they came in. Roxanne could feel Tanner at her back, close enough she could almost sense the heat coming off him. The drive here had been mostly silent as each of them took turns at the wheel while the other napped. She hadn’t wanted to risk conversation and the potential turn toward any grim thoughts about Jake and what had happened to him. She had to stay focused and positive right now. “Afternoon,” greeted the librarian.
