The next morning came quicker than Grant had wished. He woke up with a splitting headache and pretty much his whole body ached. It had been a while since he drank that much liquor just to get information out of someone.
Matt was a strange case indeed. The poor bastard was living in hell and not a soul cared. He’d lost everything and has now labeled the town drunk. He wasn’t done with that man just yet though; he still had questions, especially after discovering things about his past.
Later in the evening, Grant found himself in the library and, to his surprise, it was a nice-looking place. Tables for readers were placed in the center. Upon further investigation, he found a room with chairs and books in every corner. Must have been a reading room where teachers brought their students to r
