“All right,” he said. “We’re going to the library then. I will ask the special collections librarian – Miss Saruzal, I believe – some questions. You may observe. If I ask you to leave, you leave. Anything we feel comfortable releasing will be released to you later.”
“Whatever you say, boss,” K.J. said. She did little to disguise the contempt in her voice. Tony did not envy Jackson – or any cop, fireman, state trooper, judge, or lawyer – just then. Attractive or not, this woman was a nightmare when she wanted to be.
Special collections was housed in the library’s annex. Like Blair Hall, the annex was newer construction, albeit less grand in its design. Special collections occupied part of the first floor. A large square of a room, it featured high bookcases lined with old leather-bound volumes, handwritten pages tucked safely under display glass, obscure artwork hanging regally from wood-paneled walls and a circular desk dead-center.