Read Online Lights Out Tonight by Mary Jane Clark - Free Book Online

America?” Caroline prompted him.
    “Oh yes, that’s right. How could I forget?” Keith smiled, but she detected a hint of sarcasm.
    “Where would you like us to set up?” she asked. “We could do it down here in the seats, or I was thinking we might do it up on the set.”
    “My dear, where we do it will have to be up to you. I have no desire to direct your interview. I have enough to do.”
    “I was only trying to accommodate your preferences, Mr. Fallows,” said Caroline evenly, determined not to show that his words had stung.
    “Well, if you really want to accommodate me, would you mind if we rescheduled? I just have too much on my mind right now.”
    As she and the crew left the theater, Caroline knew her pale cheeks were blushing.
    “Wow. He really blew you off,” said Boomer.
    “Ya think?” asked Caroline with sarcasm.
    “Don’t need to be so touchy. I was just making an observation.”
    “Thanks, Boomer,” said Caroline. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

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    The librarian listened to the request and then looked up at the clock on the wall. “We’re closing in fifteen minutes.”
    “I know, but it’s really important. I won’t be able to come back tomorrow. I really need that old issue of Vanity Fair.”
    “All right. Wait here.”
    Five precious minutes were eaten up waiting for the librarian to search the stacks. The elderly woman arrived back at the circulation desk with the magazine in her hand.
    “There’s a copy machine over against the wall if you need it,” she offered.
    “Thanks. I don’t think that will be necessary.”
    The librarian turned to finish her tasks before closing as the reader walked down the row of bookshelves to a table in the corner. In seconds the article on Belinda Winthrop was folded and stashed away.
    “Just what do you think you’re doing?” The librarian stood over the table with books held tightly in her arms.
    “What do you mean?”
    “You know what I mean. I saw you.”
    “Saw me what?”
    “Take those pages out of that magazine.”
    “You must be mistaken.”
    The librarian quickly considered her options. It was her turn to lock up, and the other staffers had already gone home. She was all alone. As she stared into the unblinking eyes, she decided to avoid a conflict.
    “Please leave,” she said. “And do not come back here again.”

    If she went through the magazine, the nosy librarian would be able to tell which article had been taken. And if anything ever happened to Belinda Winthrop, the librarian would surely remember the stolen article and think it worthy of mentioning to the police. The librarian would be able to give a physical description.
    The librarian had to go.
    How?
    There had been a metal letter opener shining at the circulation desk. That could work. It would be messy but effective.

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    Having been rebuffed by Keith Fallows, Caroline and her crew went about getting general video of the exterior of the theater and the manicured grounds that surrounded it. “Make sure you get a couple of shots at different angles of the signs,” said Caroline, pointing to the huge posters that flanked the double doors to the theater lobby.
    Belinda Winthrop’s name appeared in large lettering over the silhouette of a masculine figure holding a pistol. Beneath the silhouette was a list, in smaller print, of the other players’ names. Then, at the bottom, the print increased in size again, announcing that Devil in the Details was written by Victoria Sterling and directed by Keith Fallows.
    “Be sure to get close-up shots on the names Winthrop, Fallows, and Sterling,” said Caroline as she thought ahead to what she would need for editing purposes later. Those three were the most important interviews to get during her time in Warrenstown. Although Fallows had just blown her off, he’d promised to give her some time tomorrow. Caroline wanted to wait to get Belinda Winthrop’s