CHAPTER THREE
Rachel pulled the package across the desk toward her. It was quiet in the book stacks, with Adam gone to collect Helen from daycare and promising fettucine alfredo and fresh garlic bread by the time she arrived home. She cut the string and pulled back the layers of paper and bubble wrap, stopping when she realized the contents of the package.
She flinched at a loud thud on the far side of the subterranean room. Her heart thumped in her chest in concert with the slow, dull staccato of bank after bank of fluorescent lights shutting off across the nine acres of book-stacks. She checked her watch. The darkness ratcheted nearer until nothing outside her office was visible, save for the green exit sign at the far end of the corridor. She’d spent many an evening cradled by this da
