Twelve Angry Librarians

EIGHTEEN

For a moment I was too taken aback to do anything other than stare blankly at the two women. Then the bizarre nature of the situation struck my often quirky sense of humor, and I was hard put not to laugh.

Instead I said, “Ma’am, I’d be happy to shake your hand, but it would be under false pretenses. I didn’t kill Gavin Fong.”

The woman who shrieked a moment ago eyed me with suspicion. When she spoke, her voice came out in a hoarse whisper, and I had to strain to hear her. “Are you sure? I could have sworn someone told me you were the man who beat him up Thursday and nearly put him in the hospital.”

The woman who had offered to shake my hand glared at her companion. “What idiot told you that, Ada Lou? You saw that jerk Fong at the luncheon yesterday. Did he look like he’d been beaten up anywhere near bad enough to be in the hospital?”

“Well, no, Virginia, I guess not.” Ada Lou looked confused.

“Of course not,” Virginia snapped. “We were sitting a couple of tables away from him, and he didn’t look like—or move like—a man who’d been beaten, did he?”

“I already said he didn’t, Virginia,” Ada Lou said. “I wish you wouldn’t keep on at me like that. My eyesight is better than yours. I could see that table a lot better than you, in fact. I was looking straight at him most of the time, and that man who was sitting next to him. You’re the one who complained that there was a real big head in the way when you tried to look.”

“Well, there was a big head,” Virginia said. “You were sitting right there. Surely you could see a head that big for yourself, if your eyesight is as good as you keep saying it is.”

By now several people had paused to eavesdrop on this peculiar conversation, and I was ready to move on before it became even more bizarre. While Virginia and Ada Lou continued to bicker, apparently having forgotten about me, I sidled away. I was curious about why Virginia hated Gavin Fong enough to want to shake my hand, but for the moment, I decided, finding that out could wait. I could always track them down later. In a group this size it shouldn’t be that hard.

Perhaps my encounter with Virginia and Ada Lou had made me abnormally sensitive, but as I continued to make my way through the exhibits and speak occasionally to vendors, I felt the weight of numerous gazes directed my way. Was I imagining this, or were the starers all thinking I killed Gavin Fong?

I probably had Maxine Muller to thank for this, I decided. I recalled that she had accused me of murder to Kanesha Berry. She must have been busy spreading the word at the conference. I grew increasingly uncomfortable in the exhibit hall and decided I’d had enough.

I walked out of the ballroom into the foyer and found a secluded spot behind a pillar near a wall. A check of my watch informed me that I had twenty minutes before my panel started. I debated whether to abandon it and head home for the rest of the day. I knew Lisa Krause would be disappointed in me, not to mention angry, for doing so, and I told myself I had to tough it out.

Being the center of attention had never appealed to me, although a few times I had done stupid things that briefly put me right in the limelight. The two times I knocked down Gavin Fong were prime examples. I wouldn’t describe myself as self-effacing, exactly, but neither did I seek out attention for the sake of being noticed and puffing up my ego. I preferred getting on with my life without most of the world around me paying any attention.

Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself. This will all pass over as soon as Kanesha solves the case, and all these people will forget who you are. I could almost hear my late wife, Jackie, and my aunt Dottie telling me that in unison.

Still, I continued to feel a bit nervous. After a brief visit to the restroom I made my way to the room where my panel on cataloging would start in about five minutes. The previous session ended at ten fifteen, but people lingered near the front of the room. I went around the chairs on one side of the room and reached the front. A young man took away the name cards on the table and replaced them with those of the members of the cataloging panel.

I felt a slight jolt when I spotted one with Gavin Fong’s name on it. Evidently the young man didn’t realize Fong wouldn’t be attending. I wondered whether I should remove it but decided that I would let someone else do it if they wanted to. Even without a name card I knew Gavin’s presence would probably be felt. Given the incendiary tenor of the opening remarks to his keynote speech yesterday, I felt reasonably sure he would have expressed opinions on cataloging that would have angered the audience today. Had he lived long enough to finish his remarks at the luncheon, he likely would have faced a roomful of angry librarians.

As I waited for the other members of the panel to make themselves known, I speculated whether Gavin’s attitude toward his profession could have anything to do with his murder. I didn’t take it seriously as a motive, but it could be a contributing factor, of a sort. Maybe when I got home later this afternoon I would do a little digging, check out some of Gavin’s publications, to find out whether he had expressed these provocative opinions in professional journals.

I emerged from my woolgathering and looked at my watch. The panel should have started seven minutes ago. I also noticed that the room was nearly empty. I counted three other people besides myself.

What was going on? Where were the other members of the panel?

Moments later a harassed-looking Lisa Krause hurried into the room. Her expression forewarned me of bad news.

“What’s going on?” I asked. “Am I in the wrong room for the cataloging panel?”

Lisa shook her head. “No, this is the room.” She hesitated, then plunged into speech. “I’m sorry, Charlie, the other panel members all canceled. I only found out about this a few minutes ago, or I would have let you know sooner.”

“They all canceled? Why?” I thought I knew why, but I wanted to hear what Lisa had to say. My head started to ache as my earlier feelings of self-consciousness resurfaced.

“They all suddenly came down with really upset stomachs.” Lisa glowered. “Of all the ridiculously lame excuses I’ve ever heard, this one is the lamest.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I wasn’t particularly looking forward to it myself.” After a brief pause, I continued in a rueful tone. “I’m pretty sure I’m the cause of those upset stomachs.”

“Oh, Charlie.” Lisa reached out and squeezed my upper arm, her expression one of sympathy. “They don’t know you like I do, or they would never behave in such a ludicrous way. Frankly I’m surprised they’re not all avoiding me. After all,” she added bitterly, “I’m the one who gave the bottle of poisoned water to Gavin Fong.”

“But you weren’t the one who knocked him down in front of a lot of people.” I shrugged. “By now I’m sure every single one of the people at this conference knows who I am and what I did.” I told Lisa about my run-in with Virginia and Ada Lou. She rolled her eyes at the mention of their names.

“I know them. They’re retired, have been for probably ten years or more, but I’ve seen them at every SALA meeting I’ve attended. I think they both get weirder every year. I’m sorry you had to deal with them.”

I chuckled. “I’ll admit it was disconcerting at the time, but now I can laugh about it. A little, anyway.”

“Good,” Lisa said. “Since you no longer have a panel to do, are you going to hang around for the rest of the day?”

“Am I going to tough it out, you mean?” I nodded. “Unless people start screaming and running away from me like I’m Frankenstein’s monster, I’ll hang around. I’d like to see more of some friends who are here, and there are some interesting sessions this afternoon.”

Lisa patted my arm. “I hope you won’t run into any more idiots. Well, I’ve got to go.” She glanced at her watch. “Heck, I was supposed to meet someone five minutes ago.” She turned and sped from the room.

I noticed that the two people still remaining in the room watched Lisa hurry out. They put their heads together to talk, and I had a feeling they were talking about Lisa. Maybe people were taking more notice of her than she realized.

I walked toward the man and woman. “Sorry, but evidently the panel is canceled. The rest of the speakers are all under the weather.” I gave them a pleasant smile and left the room without waiting for a response.

Back in the foyer of the ballroom I debated whether to return to the exhibits and wander around for a while. I didn’t feel like attending any of the sessions going on right now. I didn’t even bother to consult the program because I knew I would be unable to focus on the speakers. I felt too restless, and I didn’t want to sit in a room on an uncomfortable chair for an hour or so and fidget.

I went to the gift shop in the lobby and paid too much for a diet soda and a small bag of salted peanuts. I found a spot in the hotel lobby, a chair that faced the windows, and made myself comfortable. While I nibbled on peanuts and drank my diet soda, I watched the activity on the square and let my thoughts roam.

While I had some interest in the solving of Gavin Fong’s murder, I had two other matters that continued to stew in my subconscious. What would Laura and Frank do? I couldn’t help but think that their decision could affect my own decision about the full-time director’s job at the college library.

I promised Forrest Wyatt and the others, however, that I would give them my decision on Monday morning. I had no idea when Laura and Frank would make theirs. If I had to give an answer about the job before I knew what my children were going to do, I would be deciding without all the facts, in a way.

These thoughts made me realize that if Laura and Frank by some small miracle remained in Athena I really didn’t want to take on the full-time job. I wanted to be able to spend time with my grandchild. Grandchildren, I corrected myself. Sean and Alexandra were having a baby, too, and in my preoccupation over Laura’s potential move, I had lost sight of the fact that, even if she and Frank relocated to Virginia, I’d still have one grandchild in Athena. I needed to consider that, too.

Suddenly I felt too restless to sit any longer. I got up, discarded my empty soda can and the peanut bag, and headed to the front door of the hotel. I needed fresh air, and I would also soon be ready for lunch, despite my snack. As long as I was this close, I might as well have lunch at Helen Louise’s bistro.

The sun warmed my face, but it was not unpleasantly hot. A light breeze made for a pleasant walk around the square. I nodded a few times at people I knew and stopped once to chat briefly with a neighbor who lived three houses down from mine.

The conversation finished, I resumed my walk toward the bistro. My cell phone rang, and I pulled it out. Lisa Krause’s name came up. I was tempted to let it go to voice mail, but I knew I couldn’t do that to Lisa.

“Oh, Charlie, where are you?” Lisa broke into speech right away, not even giving me time to say hello. She didn’t wait for an answer to her question, either. “Wherever you are, I need you right away. I think somebody poisoned her, just like Gavin.”