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car. "Look at what? It's an old building. News flash, dead girl, we're in the
warehouse district."
"You can't see that?" She knew he couldn't smell it, but how could he not see
it? The letters were a foot high.
"See what?"
She pointed. "It says 'Private Library; Patrons Welcome.' "
"UhЕ says it where, exactly?"
"There. Right there. The letters are a foot high and they're written in dried
blood. In fact, that's interesting in and of itselfЕ how do they keep it from
wearing off? Washing off in the rain? Crawling with bugs?"
"Who the hell cares? It doesn't have anything to do withЧoh, shit," he added,
falling into step beside her. "You really are Nancy Drew. Why check this out?"
"I've never seen a welcoming sign in blood before. MaybeЧ" She looked at him
doubtfully. "Maybe youЧ"
"No way."
"Okay, okay, it was just a suggestion. A logical suggestion from a vastly
superior intellect, but ignore me, see if I care."
"Well, I will."
"And stay behind me."
"Pass!" His hand clamped firmly over her elbow. "Man oh man, like this area of
town wasn't creepy enough without vampire buildings."
She paused outside the door, which looked like it was hanging on only one set of
hinges, tapped, then watched in amazement as the door straightened, settled, and
slowly swung open.
"Eeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhh," Daniel creaked.
"Hush up!" she hissed. "This is creepy enough without your sound track."
They both stepped inside, expecting a dusty warehouse. Instead, they saw shelves
and shelves of books, low lighting, a hardwood floor gleaming mellowly from
countless applications of wax. The place smelled like old paper, wax, and
coffee.
Daniel whistled. "This place is bigger than the libe at the U of M."
"Of course it is," someone said from their left, and they both jumped.
"Sorry," the woman said. "I thought at least one of you could hear me coming."
Daniel and Andrea stared at her in frank wonder. She looked like someone's
motherЕ her chocolate-brown hair was streaked with gray, and her brown eyes were
bracketed with laugh lines. She stood straight and erect in her dark blue suit,
frothy white blouse, tan panty hose, and sensible shoes. She was very pale, but
the lightest touches of makeup on her face served only to play up her features,
not make her unusual coloring stand out.
"Welcome to the library," she was saying. "I'm Marjorie, the head librarian. How
can I help you, Andrea?"
Daniel gasped and his fingers sank into her elbow like claws.
"Ouch!"
"Andy, she knows your name!" he hissed in her ear. "Let's get the hell out of
here!"
"I'm standing right here, dear," Marjorie said dryly.
Andrea plucked Daniel's hand off her elbow. "I'm sorry, I've never been here
before, how do you know my name?"
"You have been here, dear," Marjorie said, looking at her with something like
compassion. "You just don't remember. When Nostro's followers finished with you,