Chapter 14
Becky was becoming somewhat of a hardened criminal. Well, a hardened criminal in Victorian times where picking a lock was a necessary skill. How many locks had she picked? The fact that the answer was higher than zero made her nervous.
But she made quick work of the lock in front of her. Rose Hollow was an old town that needed more secure locks and she was taking full advantage of that fact. She looked around. It was a still quiet night and she knew that no one was around.
Everyone was asleep.
She hoped that she would not run into any major trouble. Becky had walked from her home to the library, crossing the streets as she pleased as there were no cars on the roads. Even now, the air bit at her nose and fingers, and silence rung around her. Store fronts were dark and she cou
