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Staindrop’s library was a two-story redbrick colonial building with bottle-green shutters and a sage roof to match. Both the American and Maine flags danced in the wind on either side of the arched white entryway. By the number of cars parked along Main Street, I gathered every single asshole in the town was in attendance.
I slammed the Silverado’s door and trudged my way in, muttering profanity all throughout. I went past security, guessing such a measure had been taken precisely to prevent someone from putting a hole through my head. Thank you, Allison. An unfamiliar guard patted me down with inappropriate gusto. Swore he copped a feel when he reached my nether region.
It was nice to see an unfamiliar face, though. Then he started talking and ruined everything.
“Where are you wor
