said, “I don’t understand computers at all. And what’s all
that about surfing? How can you surf on a computer? Doesn’t make sense at all!”
He looked at Judy. “I don’t know how you manage on that laptop of yours, you’re
amazing.”
Judy blushed and said, “I only do my
writing, I don’t do anything complicated.”
A member of the library staff appeared,
an apologetic look on her face. “I’m so sorry, Judy, but three of our
volunteers have phoned in sick. It seems there’s some sort of bug going around.
They were due to help with this evening’s events.”
Judy put her sandwich down and sighed.
She thought for a moment. “I suppose I could phone around for more help. It is
short notice though.”
“Whoa! Don’t you be doing that!” Thomas
declared. “I can help out.”
“But you’ve got that dinner thing with
Millie,” Judy pointed out.
Thomas snorted. “I hate going to those
events. I never know anyone and they all look down on me. I’m coming to help
you tonight and that’s that! No arguing.”
“And I’ll be there,” Cara added.
Judy’s eyes glistened. “Thank you, both
of you. Cara, why don’t you go home for a few hours?”
“What are you doing now?” Cara asked,
hoping that she didn’t sound too keen.
“After this history event I’m going
over to the town hall. Everything is ready but I want to check everything
again.”
Cara nodded. There was no way she was
going to let Judy walk into the town hall on her own. She said, “I’ll come with
you. You can tell me more about the other stories you’ve written. I loved that
one that you gave me yesterday. You really should publish them yourself.”
Judy laughed. “That’s just a dream for
other people.”
Thomas tutted and said, “Judy Wallace,
you’re amazing but you’re as stubborn as a mule when it comes to putting
yourself first.”
They finished their sandwiches and then
Thomas left, with the promise that he would return later.
Judy collected some leaflets and files
from the staffroom along with her coat and handbag. She smiled at Cara and
said, “I won’t be coming back into the library again today.”
Cara tried to smile even though her
throat felt dry. If she didn’t stop a murder from happening, Judy would never
be returning to this library.
They both stopped in their tracks as
they walked out of the library door.
“Good heavens! Have we crossed into
hell?” Judy exclaimed.
Cara shook her head as she looked at
the hordes of vampires, werewolves and witches that were walking about the
streets. Cara said, “They must be here to see Snake-Eye Jones.”
Judy laughed. “Either that or the dead
have risen! I didn’t know he had so many fans. Come on, don’t let a vampire
bite you.”
They made their way through the
creatures and into the town hall. Once again, they walked up the flights of
stone steps. Cara looked around as they ascended. Where was Robin? After their
chat in the car last night he’d abruptly disappeared. Would she see him again?
The rest of the afternoon flew by as
Judy and Cara made various checks. Members of the library staff began to appear
along with volunteers. Staff from local bookshops came into the town hall laden
with books that would be sold and then signed by the authors.
A buzz began to build as the author
events got closer.
A rather different type of feeling
began to grow in Cara as she realised Judy was getting closer to being
murdered. Her death line was noticeably thicker. Cara wondered how thick the
line would get as Judy got closer to death. Did the line disappear altogether
when a person died? She hoped she wouldn’t be finding out. She was going to be
Judy’s shadow all night. No one was going to get their hands on her.
Judy suddenly screamed and dropped the
leaflets she was carrying. A man had his arms around her waist and was pulling
her to one side.
“Stop! Murderer!” Cara screamed. She
launched herself at the man and sent herself, Judy and the