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It was a short hop from Becca’s house to the Burton Barr library, a five-story building of glass and steel. The parking lot was filled with vehicles, as it often was on weekends. I breathed a sigh of relief when I spotted someone pulling out of a space. The truck’s dash said it was a hundred and five degrees outside. The less I had to walk in this heat, the better.
I checked the app Becca had installed on my phone. “The burner shows as being on the library’s east side. Guess we’ll have to go floor by floor until we find it. Let’s gear up.”
“Just leave the weapons behind,” Conor said.
“Aw, you’re no fun,” I said with a smirk. I pulled the revolver from my ankle holster and locked it in the glove box along with my Ruger.
When we reached the courtyard in front of the library’s entranc
