Library, afternoon, Jane and OTA/MW
Jane was in the library, tucked away in a corner with a sneaky bottle of water and a good book that she was enjoying a great deal. She didn't read crime thrillers too often, her feeling was that there was too much violence already in the world for her to need to read fictional accounts of it, but this one she could not put down. Yes, she'd discovered Jonathan Kellerman and the "Women's Murder Club" books.
If she wasn't careful, she'd be so engrossed that anyone coming up to say hi was bound to make her jump out of her skin...