Luckily, the library was still open. When they stepped in they noticed a man with stark white hair standing behind the reception desk. He wore a pair of glasses with thick lenses and was leafing through a large reference book. “Excuse me, sir,” Suzie said as she walked up to the desk. “Yes,” he asked as he peered at her over the rim of his glasses. “I was wondering if you could help me with something,” she said as she laid the photo of the woman on the desk in front of him. “I'm visiting from out of town, and I found this photo.” “Oh, I know all about you,” he smiled, and when he did the stodgy demeanor that he first gave off faded into something much more mischievous. “Suzie Allen, niece of Harry and Beverly Allen, cousin to our beloved Jason Allen,” he smiled a little as he glanced over at Mary who was standing a few steps behind her. “And Mary Brent, you, I don't know as much about, my darling, but I am glad to meet you,”
