MY AIM IS TRUE (Melody The Librarian Mysteries Book 2) by Leslie Leigh Page B
Authors: Leslie Leigh
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and pulled on his key ring. “Sorry, Miss Reed, but I’ve got to lock up. I’m the only one here.”
“I understand,” I said, stepping quickly out the door. A part of me wanted to ask if I could ride along. Of course, I knew that that idea was thoroughly bone-headed, but then I thought that maybe I could run home, get in my car and follow him. Instead, I just said, “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Deputy Jimmy replied, striding purposefully toward his car. His bumper banged on the street as he backed out of the drive. He stopped at the stop sign, turned on his flashers and siren, and roared away. The sun had nearly set.
My first thought was, ‘Well, accidents are bound to happen when you’re hunting’. But then I thought of Gary and Chrissie out there somewhere, and that hit me on a personal level. I also remembered Chrissie saying that she hoped Gary didn’t accidentally shoot her.
That would be terrible! Chrissie was at that onward-and-upward spot in her life, and I wouldn’t want anything to derail that. And if it was Gary who was injured…that would also be tragic. Once again, I felt the stirring of those unfamiliar feelings towards him. Viewing my old friend within a fresh context – dating a much younger woman, possibly being injured or worse – seemed to bring out feelings for him that I didn’t know I’d had.
An even worse possibility crossed my mind: Molly Spencer! Molly hadn’t come to the library after school, which had been her routine since long before I’d been hired. Had she gone hunting with Cat and her “mentor” Justin?
I desperately needed information. When I got home, I checked the Crawford Caller ’s website for information, but there was only a scant entry, most likely gleaned from a police scanner, along with an assurance that more details would be provided when they became available.
Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night.
***
The next morning, before leaving for work, I checked a local news site for any updates on the hunting accident. It took nearly four minutes to play the minute-long piece, due to Mom’s less-than-stellar download speed, but it was worth the wait.
“Officials at Crawford Community Hospital have confirmed that the victim of yesterday’s hunting accident succumbed to her injuries and was pronounced dead at 7:15 last night. Her identity hasn’t been released, pending notification of her family, and at this point little else is known. The Lake Hare Police Department released a statement saying only that the circumstances of the accident are being investigated, as is routine for any hunting fatality. We’ll continue to follow this story and will update our viewers when more information is available.”
The report at least confirmed that the victim was a female, which eliminated Gary Van Dyke, but to learn that the victim had died only made me more anxious to learn her identify. I wanted to at least remove Molly from my list of potential victims, and I thought it might not be her since it wouldn’t be necessary for authorities to contact next-of-kin as her mother would have most likely been with her, but that wasn’t foolproof.
I resolved to periodically check for updates and hoped that a patron might pass along some information, even if it wasn’t from an official channel.
The day crept along slowly with no additional information forthcoming from any source. The few visitors to the library all made a point of mentioning it as they checked out materials, and expressed how awful it was, but nobody knew anything other than what they’d read or heard on television.
When Margaret arrived at 11:00, she wasted no time in bringing up the subject.
“I have a friend at Crawford Community Hospital, and even she won’t say anything,” she said excitedly, albeit quietly. “Not that I was snooping, but I just happened to call her, and she said the administration was very strict about giving out that sort of information. She said if
“I understand,” I said, stepping quickly out the door. A part of me wanted to ask if I could ride along. Of course, I knew that that idea was thoroughly bone-headed, but then I thought that maybe I could run home, get in my car and follow him. Instead, I just said, “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Deputy Jimmy replied, striding purposefully toward his car. His bumper banged on the street as he backed out of the drive. He stopped at the stop sign, turned on his flashers and siren, and roared away. The sun had nearly set.
My first thought was, ‘Well, accidents are bound to happen when you’re hunting’. But then I thought of Gary and Chrissie out there somewhere, and that hit me on a personal level. I also remembered Chrissie saying that she hoped Gary didn’t accidentally shoot her.
That would be terrible! Chrissie was at that onward-and-upward spot in her life, and I wouldn’t want anything to derail that. And if it was Gary who was injured…that would also be tragic. Once again, I felt the stirring of those unfamiliar feelings towards him. Viewing my old friend within a fresh context – dating a much younger woman, possibly being injured or worse – seemed to bring out feelings for him that I didn’t know I’d had.
An even worse possibility crossed my mind: Molly Spencer! Molly hadn’t come to the library after school, which had been her routine since long before I’d been hired. Had she gone hunting with Cat and her “mentor” Justin?
I desperately needed information. When I got home, I checked the Crawford Caller ’s website for information, but there was only a scant entry, most likely gleaned from a police scanner, along with an assurance that more details would be provided when they became available.
Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night.
***
The next morning, before leaving for work, I checked a local news site for any updates on the hunting accident. It took nearly four minutes to play the minute-long piece, due to Mom’s less-than-stellar download speed, but it was worth the wait.
“Officials at Crawford Community Hospital have confirmed that the victim of yesterday’s hunting accident succumbed to her injuries and was pronounced dead at 7:15 last night. Her identity hasn’t been released, pending notification of her family, and at this point little else is known. The Lake Hare Police Department released a statement saying only that the circumstances of the accident are being investigated, as is routine for any hunting fatality. We’ll continue to follow this story and will update our viewers when more information is available.”
The report at least confirmed that the victim was a female, which eliminated Gary Van Dyke, but to learn that the victim had died only made me more anxious to learn her identify. I wanted to at least remove Molly from my list of potential victims, and I thought it might not be her since it wouldn’t be necessary for authorities to contact next-of-kin as her mother would have most likely been with her, but that wasn’t foolproof.
I resolved to periodically check for updates and hoped that a patron might pass along some information, even if it wasn’t from an official channel.
The day crept along slowly with no additional information forthcoming from any source. The few visitors to the library all made a point of mentioning it as they checked out materials, and expressed how awful it was, but nobody knew anything other than what they’d read or heard on television.
When Margaret arrived at 11:00, she wasted no time in bringing up the subject.
“I have a friend at Crawford Community Hospital, and even she won’t say anything,” she said excitedly, albeit quietly. “Not that I was snooping, but I just happened to call her, and she said the administration was very strict about giving out that sort of information. She said if
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