Chapter Twenty
I briefly closed my eyes. It was Tanya. And I had a feeling I knew what she was calling about. “Yes, this is Ann.”
“It’s Tanya James. I’m sorry to bother you; I know you’ve had a busy day. I meant to try to talk to you at Carmen’s funeral, but I was caught up in a conversation when you were leaving.”
“It’s no problem at all, Tanya. What can I help you with?” I figured I should figure out her reason for calling before the library was descended upon again.
She said briskly, “It’s the books for the Friends of the Library sale again. The forensics investigation is all finished now. I see the books and they’re making me sad when I look at them.” Her voice was hard as if she was angry anything could make her feel that way. “It’s silly. It’s simply because we were on our way to
