IX"ANYTHING YET, SAL?" I asked.
"For the umteenth time: no, Jude. I'll shout out if I do get something useful." Sal frowned into her work.
This was frustrating. Ben had us both leave John's body in the Infirmary and come back to the library center. Granger had provided a stack of brownies there, fresh and delightful on a warming plate. And some tall glasses of milk in ever-chill glasses so they never warmed up or got stale-tasting.
Real comfort food. I would need a lot of it. And glad I could enjoy as much as I wanted without getting full.
Today had been a train wreck so far and it wasn't over yet.
Sal and I were sitting with our feet up on the long mahogany coffee table in front of our mission-style couches with dark brown leather cushions. We had tall book stacks on both side of our
