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The owner chick left the bar over half an hour ago. We’ve gotta get out of here before she comes back.”
How did they know she’d been at The Vault?
“I can’t believe Vic got himself run over by a semi.” The guy shivered. “Gross.” The other man let out a husky laugh. “Yeah, we probably should’ve given the guy a ride home, huh? Or a pill for his fingers, at least. He was too far gone from the pain when he stumbled by that truck stop.”
Lou took out her phone and consulted the picture she’d taken of the book page Noah had found on her table, the one Frederick had been clutching. It had been a list of names with titles next to them. She sucked in a breath as she saw The Catcher in the Rye had been one of the titles. It was next to the name Gerald.
The man who’d stopped by the store the day after Frederick had been killed. Gerald had asked if she had any Bradbury or Salinger.
Lou was about to stand up when she noticed there was still something underneath the bookshelf. It was a book. Sliding it out, Lou studied it. Her heartbeat sped up as she recognized it as a copy of J. D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye.
They’d all gotten caught up in this because of greed—whether it was Gerald’s need to own that first edition or Victor’s misuse of money. In the end, poor Frederick had paid the ultimate price.
