“Could you look at the master index in the back room?”

Martha glanced at the librarian’s desk, then ducked her head.

“The entire master index for that year was taken out of the ring binder before I retired.”

“Who could get into those binders?”

“Anybody with a county supervisor key,” Martha said, her eyes flicking toward the stairway.

“Or anybody who knew which clerk was on the Saturday shift.”

“Did somebody come in on a Saturday?”

“A man in a navy suit showed up the second weekend of August,” Martha whispered.