CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The library’s lights were off and the door locked. Georgie shouldn’t be surprised. Most places with a similar population sufficed with a weekly mobile service, if that. Bullock was lucky to have its own library branch open for two short shifts and two longer ones.
None of those being on Mondays.
She tried Clive’s mobile, left a voicemail message. She was grumbling under her breath when the sky opened. Rain fell in driving sheets and drenched her immediately.
‘For f**k’s sake. And this is supposed to be summer!’
A female passer-by stopped. Shrouded in a full-length raincoat and holding a black golf umbrella, she was cosy and dry and shooting daggers.
‘Give us a wet summer anytime, young lady.’ She dropped the umbrella sideways and let the rain flatten her neat gre
