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[A] terrific addition to an intelligent, fun, and lively series. Miranda James Answering tricky reference questions is excitement enough for library director Lindsey Norris. Until a murder is committed in her cozy hometown of Briar Creek, Connecticut, and the question of who did it must be answered before someone else is checked out-for good.

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Jenn McKinlay

Due Or Die

The second book in the Library Lover's Mystery series, 2012

For my dudes, Wyatt and Beckett,

Im so glad I get to be your mom.

I love you to infinity and back.

Acknowledgments

Your library is your paradise.

DESIDERIUS ERASMUS

Writing is a very solitary venture. Hours are spent alone, hunched over a keyboard, creating a reality that becomes so absolute its hard to remember that its actually fiction. To that end, I tend to get lost in my manuscripts while I write them, so I need a talented and reliable crew to help me find my way out. I am fortunate to have such a team in Kate Seaver, my amazing editor; Katherine Pelz, her lovely editorial assistant; and Jessica Faust, my fabulous agent. Thank you, ladies, for always shining the light where I can see it.

Because I do judge books by their covers, I have to give my most awed thanks to Julia Green, the illustrator of this amazing cover, and Rita Frangie, the cover designer. Truly, it is a work of art. Brilliant!

Lastly, I want to acknowledge my family (the McKinlays and the Orfs) and my friends and fans, who have bought the books and shared the books and encouraged me every step of the way. Thank you!

CHAPTER 1

BRIAR CREEK

PUBLIC LIBRARY

I could not believe that Lucy agreed to marry Cecil when she was so obviously in love with George, Violet La Rue declared.

Lindsey Norris glanced up from the lace scarf she was attempting to crochet. What had she been thinking when she thought she could do anything with this cobweb-like yarn? It was maddening.

Violets crochet hook was swooping away, row after row, on a lace pillow cover that she was making for her niece, who was getting married in the spring. Violet was using a perle cotton thread that gave the star pattern a subtle luster when it caught the light just right. It was to be the ring bearers pillow, and it was sure to be lovely.

She was expected to marry within her station, Nancy Peyton said.

Nancy was Lindseys landlord and had been teaching her a variety of needlecrafts for almost nine months now. Currently, their crafternoon club was working on crochet projects. It wasnt going well for Lindsey.

As if sensing her annoyance, Nancy put aside the handbag she was working on and took Lindseys mangled sea foam green mohair and cotton cashmere skeins out of her hands and began to fix them. For that alone, Lindsey was pretty sure Nancy was setting herself up for sainthood.

Both women had about twenty years on Lindsey, and she tried not to take it personally that they could manage to have an in-depth discussion about E. M. Forsters A Room with a View and crochet at the same time.

Dont tell me youve started already, Charlene said as she entered the room. You always do that.

Thats because youre always late, Violet said.

No, Im not, Charlene argued. She took off her coat and hat and hung them on the rack. She glanced at the three women looking at her. Am I?

Uh, yeah, you are, Lindsey said.

Charlene huffed out a breath. She was wearing a stunning red turtleneck sweater, which complemented the rich brown hue of her skin, over tailored black corduroys and black boots.

Well, as Oscar Wilde said, He was always late on principle, his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time, Charlene said as she took the cushy seat beside Lindsey.

Very clever, but you might want to go for better never than late, Violet said. George Bernard Shaw.

Lindsey and Nancy glanced between the mother and daughter. Charlene was the image of her mother, Violet; in other words, she was gorgeous, but even more than that, she shared her mothers formidable intelligence and love of literature.

Violet had been a stage actress in New York in her youth, while Charlene was currently a local newscaster in New Haven, but both women had the ability to command the attention of any room they entered. Lindsey figured it must be in their genetic code.

Nicely played, Mom. Charlene laughed and Violet bowed her head in acknowledgment. But I thought we were discussing E. M. Forster today. What have I missed?

Not much, Nancy said. Her blue eyes twinkled as she added, Just Violet being testy because Lucy didnt go off with George right away.

Not much of a book if Lucy picked the right man at the start, Charlene said. She pulled the ripple afghan she was working on out of her project bag. It was the perfect weather to work on a blanket, and hers was coming together nicely in rows of black, gray and country blue.

The small room boasted cushy chairs and a toasty fire in the gas fireplace. Recently, Lindsey had added a couple of short bookshelves where she kept extra copies of crafting books for the club to peruse during meetings.

The lone large window in the room looked out over the town park and offered a picturesque view of the bay beyond. Today the sea was a deep gray, reflecting the steely cold January skies that loomed above.

The crafternoon club met every Thursday in this small room in the Briar Creek Public Library, of which Lindsey was the director, to work on a craft, discuss their latest book and eat. This week it had been Lindseys turn to provide the food, so she had baked apple cinnamon muffins, brought a large block of Brie with wheat crackers and made both coffee and tea.

Who picked the right man at the start? Beth Stanley asked from the doorway. She was dressed as a giant spider, and the other women watched as she turned sideways to fit her eight limbs, four of which were add-ons suspended by fishing wire from her arms, through the doorway.

Here let me help you, Mary Murphy offered as she followed Beth into the room and held the back of Beths story time costume so she could wiggle out of it.

Thanks. I have a new respect for spiders, Beth said. I had a heck of a time getting all my legs to go in the right direction while I read Mrs. Spiders Tea Party to the kids. I whacked poor Lily Dawson on the bum with one of them.

Lindsey exchanged a smile with Charlene. Beth was the childrens librarian and the kids adored her. Mostly because she was a big kid herself. When she did the hokey pokey, her enthusiasm made everyone in the library feel the need to put their left foot in, as it were.

Beth hung her spider outfit on the coat rack by the door, which was already straining under the weight of all their winter coats and hats, and plopped into one of the available seats.

Mary hung up her coat as well, sat beside Beth and pulled out the tea cozy she was working on for her mother. It was white with retro aqua starbursts on it. She thought it would match her mothers vintage 1950s kitchen perfectly.

Mary was a native of Briar Creek and had grown up on one of the Thumb Islands out in the bay. Currently, she ran the Blue Anchor Caf with her husband, Ian, and was known for making the best clam chowder in the state.

Her parents still lived out on Bell Island, and Lindsey wished she could see what their vintage kitchen looked like. As she watched the cozy take shape in Marys skilled hands, Lindsey couldnt help but feel the teensiest bit jealous. She had a feeling if she attempted a tea cozy, it would turn out looking like a muffler for an elephant.

How far have you gotten in the discussion? Mary asked.

Not very. We were talking about how short A Room with a View would have been if Lucy had picked the right man from the start, Lindsey said. She glanced at her watch. It was only fifteen minutes past the hour, which gave them plenty of time to finish their discussion. Being employees of the library, both Lindsey and Beth had to confine their crafternoon club time to their lunch hours.

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