I walked up to Hannah, who was standing by the door. In my back pocket, I had the schedule of magicians performing on the night Sherry was killed. Just in case David’s memory needed a little refreshing. We went inside to the front desk and I gave Tillie my membership card. She swiped it through the slot in the reader. As Tillie gave back my card, Hannah said to her, “Does your computer keep a log of member sign-ins?” “Yes. But just for the last couple of years, since we installed it.” “Can you take a look at February twenty-second of this year?” Good one, Hannah! I smiled. Tillie said, “I think that’s confidential.” I said, “It’s important. All we need to do is verify that I was here, and what time I signed in.” “Well … Okay, Harvey.” Tillie punched a few keys. “Yep. You got here at six forty.” Oh yeah! Hannah said, “What time did he leave?” Tillie shook her head. “Sorry, honey, we don’t keep track of that.” Oh shit. I took Hannah to the bookshelf, where she said “Open Sesame”
