Higgins came out after me.

I kept pace with him across the parking lot.

“You want me to believe a pipe burst right on top of those particular records,” I said, my voice rising.

“Out of every book in that basement, the water only found 1971.”

Higgins kept heading for his silver sedan.

“Keep your voice down, Ona,” he said.

“People are coming in for the committee meeting.”

I planted myself in front of his car door and blocked the handle.