“Why were you in the library that day?” I ask. “Were you there to meet Caroline?” “Yes, actually,” he replies frankly, like he’s relieved. “She was supposed to meet me in the Reading Room. I was pretty ticked off she didn’t show…And then I met you guys, and I figured it wasn’t a wasted afternoon after all.” He swallows. “Of course, when I realised what happened to her…” His face crumbles fleetingly.
