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thought you would know.  National Geographic , some old Life magazines and Anthropology Today ,” she listed.
    “I’m confused.  I have a subscription to National Geographic, and I don’t think there have been any undressed people,” Audrey stated.
    “These were old magazines from the reference section, dear,” Miss Hodges explained.  “There used to be quite a few photos of third world people in their native attire.”
    “Oh,” Audrey said.
    “Is there anyone here at night?” Mike asked.
    “Just the cleaner Mr. Baker.  He normally leaves around ten o’clock.”
    “Has he ever seen anything suspicious?” Mike asked.
    “Not that he’s let on.  He’s been here longer than I have.  His shift starts in an hour, so you can ask him yourself.”
    “What would you like PEEPs to do for you?” Mike asked.
    “We would like it if you can find out who is playing these tricks and ask them not to be so destructive.”
    “You don’t want it or them to leave?” Mike asked for clarification.
    “Oh no, the library is for everyone, alive and dead.”
    Audrey nodded.
    “And cut,” Mike said.  “Thank you, Mrs. Hodges.”
    “It’s Miss, never married.  I’m married to my job,” she said proudly.
    “That’s admirable,” Audrey told her.
    “Thank you, dear. Not many people understand my devotion.”
    “Ma’am,” Cid asked from where he had been setting up a camera.  “Where do you put the old books?  You know, the ones that have gone out of vogue.”
    Miss Hodges was so impressed by Cid’s question that she didn’t correct him on the ma’am/miss error.  “Most libraries put the old books on the dollar rack, but I’ve always tried to house them within the library.  As long as we have space, at least one copy of every book this library has purchased will be available to the community.”
    Burt focused in on the librarian.  The official intro interview was finished, but he was interested in this dedicated woman with a knack for sound bites.
    “If you follow me, young man, I’ll show you where we keep them,” Miss Hodges instructed.
    Cid looked at Burt, and Burt put his thumb up, still filming.
    “I’d like to wash my hands first,” Cid told her.
    If her heart was made of butter, it melted right then.  Burt increased his focus, and the older woman’s eyes started to fill up with tears.  He watched as she got her emotions under control before one teardrop escaped her eye.
    “I’ll wait for you at the stairs,” she informed Cid.  “We house them in a low traffic area of the basement stacks.”
    Cid headed for the bathroom, and after a few minutes, Miss Hodges started walking to the stairs.  Burt followed her by extending the focus of the camera.  As soon as she turned the corner, he put the camera down.
    “What an artful piece of filming, Hitchcock,” Ted remarked.
    Burt had forgotten he was on live feed.  He was embarrassed but managed, “Thanks, Ted.”  Changing the subject, he asked, “Have you heard from Mia yet?”
    “No, but she wasn’t going to call me until she was settled into her room for the night.  No news is good news in the Martin family.”
    “Sound thinking.  How’s Brian doing?”
    “Right now, he’s working on his vowel sounds while filling his diaper.  I’d wait five minutes before entering the command post if I were you.  That kid takes after his old man when it comes to stinking up the joint.”
    Burt laughed at Ted’s admission.  “I’ll give you ten.”
     
    Cid walked over to the stairs and dutifully followed the spry woman down the stairs.
    “Were you looking for a particular book?” she asked him.
    “No, and I hope this doesn’t sound odd, but I’d like to discover my next book.  I want a book that hasn’t been formatted first for an e-book or a book that hasn’t been destroyed by Hollywood making a movie out of it.  Something that slipped by.  A forgotten treasure.”
    “There are hundreds of those.  Tell me what you like,