Skylar Saffron, Librarian Detective: Part 2
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Skylar Saffron's saga continues.
My name is Skylar. I'm a 23-year old digital librarian living in San Francisco. I thought I would be intellectually satisfied working at this cool, historic yet chic, jewel box of a library downtown, and going out with friends, but then something tragic happened, and now I'm learning ethical computer hacking skills and solving crimes.
A note on how I'm telling this story: Along with reading the main action, told in 25 chapters in five parts, you'll be able to read my blog entries at LibrarianDetective.com, where I reveal my investigative process. Readers can comment on the chapters and blogs, submit tips on the website, and interact on social media via XTwitter at @LibrarianDetect.
Cover art by Kim Frohsin
Michelle Zaffino
Michelle Zaffino is a writer and digital librarian living in San Francisco. How Good It Can Be is her first novel. A sequel, The Love Quad, follows Emma Saffron to college. For more, visit HowGoodItCanBe.com and TheLoveQuad.com.Skylar Saffron, Librarian Detective is Michelle's fifth book. More at LibrarianDetective.com
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Skylar Saffron, Librarian Detective - Michelle Zaffino
Skylar Saffron, Librarian Detective
Part 2
Michelle Zaffino
A Saffron Stories Novel
Cover art by Kim Frohsin
©2017 In the Stacks Publishing
Table of Contents
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
About the Author
Chapter Six
As the light changes again, I scramble out of the way of oncoming traffic. Back on the curb, I frantically scan the sidewalks in all directions for the man, or for anyone who saw what happened. He's gone, but the two phones remain.
Dodging honking traffic, I run back onto Post St. I retrieve Hannah's phone, and then my own, which I'm dismayed to see has a cracked screen. At least nothing more serious is broken. There's no blood.
Scoping the scene again, I realize there are also no witnesses, which is a scary thought. I'm a little shaken, I admit, but I walk across the street, sticking to the plan of a coffee run.
Two blocks away, after I order cafe au laits for Mira and myself, I sit and wait. Finally at rest, I realize I'm shaking.
Who the hell is this guy? And how does he know who I am?
It must be from the blog, I realize. It's only been up a couple days, though. I'm doubtful my random little blog could attract traffic that instantly. I suspect there's something more going on here.
The coffee order is called, and I pick it up, stopping at the bar to grab sugar packets. The best coffee roaster in San Francisco just happened to open a new location a couple blocks from the MI Library.
I take a sip and the rich flavors soothe my senses. I never get jittery from caffeine — my body relishes it. As I start walking back to work, I examine my phone, and am lucky that the power is on and the device seems to be working, despite the shattered touchscreen. I dial Larissa, and when she answers, tell her what happened. She can't believe it, but what I can't believe is what she tells me next.
I just read online that the police arrested someone for the murder.
What? They have the wrong guy. I swear, Larissa, it was the man who I saw at the bar, and last Friday at the party, who just pushed me into Post St.
I take a deep breath to calm down, but I'm so confused.
There's no other rational explanation, Larissa. Why would some random stranger try to hurt me? It had to be him.
We make plans to meet up in the Mission after we both leave work. As I hang up with Larissa, I wonder how I could get information about the man they arrested. Would Detective Chen come through for me?
I quickly use my phone to search for the mention of the arrest. The item is in the local SF news, and it's a footnote, a meaningless and hollow sound bite.
Back at work, I walk through the security doors with the illicit coffees, and discreetly deliver them to Mira behind the reference desk. She slides me a fiver and says thanks, then busily drinks her beverage in silence as she resumes her work.
I return to work as well. Or pretend to work. My bones ache, and I stretch in my seat and try to work out the kinks. It's never pleasant being assaulted and pushed into oncoming traffic.
What I can't believe is, if the man took the trouble to track me down, why didn't he swipe Hannah Taylor's phone? If he knew enough about me to know where I work, he must read my blog, so he knows I found the phone.
Or maybe he knows nothing about the blog.
When it's time to leave work, I head around the corner to Market St. and jump on the streetcar to