Chapter 11

Wednesday, 10:03 a.m.

Both the library computers were in use.

Charles grabbed the particular book he had stashed out of sequence off the shelf and clumped to a corner where no one would be in his way. He needed to think without any interruption.

He pulled at his collar. The heating needed to be turned off or some windows opened. The room smelt of musty books and old people. They were all for destroying the creaking place and building a new facility. He'd fought it at the last couple of council meetings. He made sure they had his opinion. The facility had served well enough the last three hundred and fifty years. Why go for change for change's sake?