Snippet #1900084

Abegail watched out the window as the taxi pulled up to the building. It was impressive but most libraries made Abegail feel that way. Something about so much knowledge collected in one building that appealed to her.

She stepped out and followed Walter in side. The familiar scent, old books and dust, wafted in the air. Abegail sighed. It was like being surrounded by old friends. In all violence was contained on the pages of the books and those bullets and weapons couldn't kill you the way they could in real life.

Abegail frowned and shook her head sadly when Walter told her that the nazi's had used the building during the war. It was a shame and she had the sinking feeling that they rid the building of books that they found unsuitable.

Once in the private reading room, Abegail dropped her suitcase and briefcase. She closed the door behind Walter. “Now is when I would pull out the history books but this is too recent, too new.”

She undid her coat, dropping the garment over the back of her chair as she sat. “Walter, I will admit I am currently out of my element.” She wished she had a glass and a bottle of scotch. After the excitement of the airport the quiet of the library was a welcome change but a drink would have helped immensely.

“Walter, what if we were followed? What if Niclas has had us tailed?” Abegail gave voice to her concerns. She rested her arms on the table and looked at her companion. She hung her head a little. "Walter I have no clue how to start this search. The occult is your department. So tell me what I should be looking for and I will help you find it."