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Ledbridge was already taking out his notebook as he followed Ivan into the office at the back of the library. "Brenda didn't come home last night. And she's not here for her shift either. I thought I'd talk to you before the Sheriff has you pegged as a kidnapper too."
Ivan sighed as he crossed the small floorspace of his office. The room was dark and cloying, cluttered with his own rare books as well as antiques and keepsakes. "Officer Ledbridge, I'd appreciate if you'd stop taking policing pointers from Law and Order. I was at a meeting last night for the induction of my historical society. The director of the Archives can account for my presence."
Ledbridge ducked under the antlers of a giant stag mounted on the near wall. He had almost impaled himself on it in the half-light. "I'm more interested in Brenda's presence right now." The officer stood on the other side of Ivan's desk, watching the man take a seat. What's she been like lately? New friends? New lovers? Anything different?"
Ivan clasped his hands, eyes moving to one side as he considered the question. His voice was soft and measured, as always. "The courier boy, Byron's name came up a few times, as did a Michael. She went on and on about them both, but I'm afraid I paid little attention to exactly what she said, as she has a long list of previous men in her life. Though lately she seemed slightly... skittish. What that implies, I'm sure we can both interpret differently."
Ledbridge scribbled on his notepad, glancing up as Ivan spoke the last sentence. The librarian certainly had a way with words. It was no wonder most of the police force didn't trust him. A man this eloquent had no business living on the edge of a mountain, unless he was crazy or hiding from something.
"Some of the other employees said that she'd been seen at The Big E with them both," Ivan added, "...Though I myself cannot understand why she'd be there with a minor."
Ledbridge's lip curled slightly as he took notes. Things were starting to add up to a bad situation. He knew that Brenda liked the bar on the east side of town - that she had taken solace in that dive of a place whenever her father's fumbling efforts to understand her had met with frustration. She wasn't a bad kid, just full of life.... too much life for her old man to contain in his orderly world. Like most kids in Rosalin she wanted to get the hell out, and the booze was the only ticket she could afford.
It was now a question of which guy she had gone home with, and which bed she was lying in. The Sheriff was gonna shit a brick if Ledbridge didn't find her. "She ever been late before?"
Ivan's expression seemed just as troubled as the officer's. "She's always been about ten minutes late, but it's part of her character we've come to discover. She's never missed a shift, however."
"Well, I hope it's part of your character to keep me informed if you remember anything else." Ledbridge closed his notebook and Ivan rose from his desk.
"Absolutely, Officer. Please tell me what you can, should you discover anything about what's happened to her. If you can that is... I'm worried about her, and I don't like the idea of her missing."
Ledbridge grunted and turned for the door.
Ivan sighed as he crossed the small floorspace of his office. The room was dark and cloying, cluttered with his own rare books as well as antiques and keepsakes. "Officer Ledbridge, I'd appreciate if you'd stop taking policing pointers from Law and Order. I was at a meeting last night for the induction of my historical society. The director of the Archives can account for my presence."
Ledbridge ducked under the antlers of a giant stag mounted on the near wall. He had almost impaled himself on it in the half-light. "I'm more interested in Brenda's presence right now." The officer stood on the other side of Ivan's desk, watching the man take a seat. What's she been like lately? New friends? New lovers? Anything different?"
Ivan clasped his hands, eyes moving to one side as he considered the question. His voice was soft and measured, as always. "The courier boy, Byron's name came up a few times, as did a Michael. She went on and on about them both, but I'm afraid I paid little attention to exactly what she said, as she has a long list of previous men in her life. Though lately she seemed slightly... skittish. What that implies, I'm sure we can both interpret differently."
Ledbridge scribbled on his notepad, glancing up as Ivan spoke the last sentence. The librarian certainly had a way with words. It was no wonder most of the police force didn't trust him. A man this eloquent had no business living on the edge of a mountain, unless he was crazy or hiding from something.
"Some of the other employees said that she'd been seen at The Big E with them both," Ivan added, "...Though I myself cannot understand why she'd be there with a minor."
Ledbridge's lip curled slightly as he took notes. Things were starting to add up to a bad situation. He knew that Brenda liked the bar on the east side of town - that she had taken solace in that dive of a place whenever her father's fumbling efforts to understand her had met with frustration. She wasn't a bad kid, just full of life.... too much life for her old man to contain in his orderly world. Like most kids in Rosalin she wanted to get the hell out, and the booze was the only ticket she could afford.
It was now a question of which guy she had gone home with, and which bed she was lying in. The Sheriff was gonna shit a brick if Ledbridge didn't find her. "She ever been late before?"
Ivan's expression seemed just as troubled as the officer's. "She's always been about ten minutes late, but it's part of her character we've come to discover. She's never missed a shift, however."
"Well, I hope it's part of your character to keep me informed if you remember anything else." Ledbridge closed his notebook and Ivan rose from his desk.
"Absolutely, Officer. Please tell me what you can, should you discover anything about what's happened to her. If you can that is... I'm worried about her, and I don't like the idea of her missing."
Ledbridge grunted and turned for the door.
As Ledbridge departed, Allura was sat at the back of the library. The yellow bunny rabbit was staring at her, its smile fixed as she played with its ear. Then suddenly her chair was jolted. Turning, she saw Amanda, the library assistant, struggling to get past with a trolley of books. "Sorry!"
"Oh no, it's okay." Allura pulled her chair in and allowed the assistant to get past. But when she turned back the bunny wasn't where she left it. Frowning, she looked to the left and saw it lying on the nearest bookshelf, flat on its back with its ears sticking out. Allura shook her head and reached over, picking the toy back up. And as she did so she had to catch a book which almost fell out after the bunny. Putting the rabbit and the book on the table, she glanced at the cover.
The bunny smiled on as Allura sat back with the book in her hands.
And she had no idea that it was the second entry on the list that Ivan had brought up for Mr Eastriver.
"Oh no, it's okay." Allura pulled her chair in and allowed the assistant to get past. But when she turned back the bunny wasn't where she left it. Frowning, she looked to the left and saw it lying on the nearest bookshelf, flat on its back with its ears sticking out. Allura shook her head and reached over, picking the toy back up. And as she did so she had to catch a book which almost fell out after the bunny. Putting the rabbit and the book on the table, she glanced at the cover.
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The bunny smiled on as Allura sat back with the book in her hands.
And she had no idea that it was the second entry on the list that Ivan had brought up for Mr Eastriver.
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...LATER THAT EVENING...
...LATER THAT EVENING...
Reece hovered in the doorway of Dempsey's Nightclub, the flyer for the grand opening still clutched in his hand. He didn't want to be here. He hated nightclubs. The music was always too loud. The lights were always too bright. No one could ever hear what he said and he didn't drink the same drinks as other people. And there would always be girls in clubs, wearing next to nothing but getting pissed if you stared at them. He never knew what to do in places like this.
He had his black coat on - a military style like his father used to wear - and had changed into jeans and a white shirt with a celtic cross on it. It was the best he could do, given the short notice. Hunching nervously, he kept out of the way of the other clubbers and looked around for Ivan and his Historical Society friends. They had invited him out of respect for his father, and Reece felt a twisted sense of duty to come here.
He had locked the shop up an hour ago, after fixing the puppet for Farron. This was the first time he had been out in weeks, and it was perhaps for that reason, more than Ivan's pity, that he had come here.
He wanted to tell himself that he was still a normal kid who did normal things.