Chapter Twenty-One
I reached for my cell phone to call the police. Had Kenneth Driscoll decided to come over to the library and confront me in person?
I fired off a quick text to Burton before I heard a woman’s voice calling. “Ann?”
I breathed a little easier. It was Louise Stewart. Knowing her, she’d accidentally left something in the library earlier when she’d been in with Sadie and Lynn. She and Sadie certainly had a tough time juggling everything when Lynn had been so upset.
“Louise?” I called, phone still in my hand.
When she rounded the tall bookcase behind me, I saw she was holding a gun.
I froze. Then I said, “Louise, what are you doing?”
Louise’s face was streaked with tears, but her eyes had a fiercely determined, almost fanatic expression in them that I’d never seen befor
