The Centenary Book part 3

No one was around as we slipped out the back door. I motioned Thomas and Great Grandmother to go hide in his car. I’d walked over to the library from my apartment. I locked the door and headed towards the end of the parking lot nearest my apartment house. So far so good. I ducked from shadow to shadow, watching. A cop with a light came around the corner, his light focused on the building. I trotted up to him.

“I did, didn’t I?” I said. “I forgot to put the alarm on.” He flashed his light in my face, which wasn’t kind of him, but I didn’t call him on it. “I’m Jay Anthony. I’m a librarian here. I woke up out of a sound sleep and was sure I’d forgotten to set the alarm. That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he said. “The alarm company called us.” He shrugged. “It’s been a slow night.” I used my key to unlock the door again and stood aside.

“I can let you look around,” I offered, “just so you can report that there’s nothing to report.” That actually got a smile from him.

“Thanks,” he said. “Stay behind me, just in case.” I followed him into the darkened back room and waited there, while he looked around the library. I’m not sure he went over all three floors, because he was back in around five minutes.

“Nothing looks out of place,” he said.

“Good,” I smiled. “I’ll put the alarm on and lock up. I really am sorry you had to come over here because I forgot the alarm.”

“No problem,” he shrugged. “Like I said. It was a slow night.”

“Have a good rest of your shift,” I said as I started walking towards my apartment. I heard him grunt a response and was pleased to hear his car start up. Once I was certain that he was gone, I beat it over to Thomas’ car.

“Do you think he bought it?” Thomas asked. I nodded.

“Now, all we have to do is burn that book,” I said, “even if burning books does go against the grain.”

“It’s dangerous,” said Great Grandmother.

“We can burn it in my fire pit,” said Thomas. I frowned.

“Won’t people see us doing that?” I asked.

“You got another place where we could burn it?” he asked.

“What about your fireplace?”

“It’s gas,” he said.

“I hope the cover burns,” Great Grandmother said. She was another problem. We arrived at Thomas’ house and he quickly got to work setting up a patio party around his fire pit. He brought out soft drinks at great grandmother’s request, her being against demon alcohol.

“How do we explain you?” I asked.

“What do we call her?” Thomas said. “She doesn’t look like a great grandmother.”

“She could be a distant cousin come to stay,” I said. She frowned.

“You could call me Janet,” she said.

“She’ll need ID,” I said.

“I can take care of that,” Thomas said. “She’ll never be able to travel out of the country, with no birth certificate, but I can get her a driver’s license, or maybe a State ID. There are perks for working at the DMV.”

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