Chapter 17

“We’ll probably not know until we’ve exhausted every possibility. Then we’ll be told ‘ah, you found it’ and we still won’t have any idea.”

Renée giggled. “That sounds like SearchLight. I once had a professor who told me to ‘fix’ my paper and wouldn’t tell me how.”

“How did you change it?”

“I rewrote the whole thing after studying three professional journals. I got a B, but that was better than the D I’d been slated for.” She drank off a cuppa and then headed to the computers. “Will you write down call numbers as I find stuff?” That was how they’d been doing things before yesterday. It saved time. And for Jenny, Renée knew, it prevented exasperation.

Jenny flashed her a grin. “No necking back here? It’s private enough.”

“Only until Mrs. Partridge comes back here, or another employee seeks the computers.” Renée stood, walked to Jenny, and gave her a quick kiss. “But, yes. I do want to spend some time necking. What are you doing tonight?”