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fandomhigh2019-01-28 11:24 am
intotheout) wrote in fandomhigh2019-01-28 11:24 am
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Library, Monday
The thrillers section was chaos, today. Apparently one of the books had been murdered overnight, under extremely suspicious circumstances. Now several police procedurals were fighting over who had jurisdiction over that particular set of shelves, and whether or not the deceased position in the middle of the aisle complicated the matter. A couple plucky middle grade books were lingering on the edges, doing their own investigation, perfectly mirrored by the overenthusiastic chick-lit about older women reinventing their lives post-marriage. Above them all was a solitary, hardbitten true crime novel, its pages fluttering in the breeze from the HVAC unit.
Well, one solitary one on that shelf. There was another two shelves down, and three more across the aisle, each apparently convinced they, alone, could solve the mystery and stop the killer from striking again.
Tip sighed and stepped in, picking up the "body" and smoothing its bent pages. "You all know I can just repair this and put it back on the shelf, right?"
The books ignored her.
It was going to be a long day.
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Well, one solitary one on that shelf. There was another two shelves down, and three more across the aisle, each apparently convinced they, alone, could solve the mystery and stop the killer from striking again.
Tip sighed and stepped in, picking up the "body" and smoothing its bent pages. "You all know I can just repair this and put it back on the shelf, right?"
The books ignored her.
It was going to be a long day.
[open!]