Mikey had been watching her for weeks. The way she moved through the aisles with silent authority, the click of her modest heels against the floor, her hair packed so tight it almost looked painful. She was a fortress of discipline — glasses sharp, lips sharper.

But he didn’t buy it. Nobody that strict was really clean and tonight proved him right.

The library was nearly empty, dim and quiet. He slipped into the restricted section, where only she seemed to venture. And there it ...