NOVEMBER 10, 1934
THE NEXT DAY I WAS back in the library. The place was looking threadbare as usual.
“You might think about getting a library card if you come in here much more often,” the librarian said.
I was the only one in the library, of course. No busy crowds to hide behind. Damn it. “Uh, yeah, sure. How much is that?”
“A nickel,” she said.
Highway robbery! I checked my pocket. Only about twenty bucks left from the Little Haiti caper. Not sure I wanted to spend it on that. “Well, ma’am, it’s tough all over. I don’t have that much right now—”
“Maybe you ought to come back when you do,” she said.
A squawk came from the covered birdcage strapped to my shoulder. “Rawk, pay the nice lady, rawk!”
I slammed the cage with my palm. Stupid corpse head.
The librarian’s eyebrow near abo
