Abbott Memorial Library Dexter Maine Novels & Stories

I turn it off tight and hear movement in my bedroom. Startled, I ease towards the hallway. There's a still, and then I walk into my room and cut on the light. The room's empty. Releasing a sigh, I cut off the light and returned to bed. I drop Zelma off at the administration building early and head to the library to study. Aaron's frat brother, Dexter, sees me as soon as I sit. All teeth, he whispers, "Hey, beautiful. I thought you guys were stranded on an island."

‘If you want to see her, she is here in this office but I am concerned about your concern because I would not do what you are doing for any of my staff. Gabriel’s serious words kept ringing in Dexter’s mind like a bell. His steps were slow but he made it to the chair in front of Gabriel and sat down, since he mentioned that Doreen was in the office. It meant that Gabriel had an inner room or Doreen was in the washroom. Since she was the reason why Dexter was there, he decided to talk with Gabriel, as he was also surprised that Doreen had such a powerful brother, while she lived such a simple life, not knowing if she even had a car to her name.

The afternoon passed quietly. Abel gave me a brief tour of the east wing I'd missed the night before. A library, actual floor-to-ceiling shelves, rolling ladder, the smell of old paper and leather. A gym. A home cinema. A room that Abel said was originally a ballroom and was now mostly used to store things Damien refused to throw away but would never admit to keeping. "Like what?" I asked. "Old photographs. Our parents' things. A bicycle he rode when he was eight that he says takes up too much space but has never actually moved."

I wasn't much of a reader, plus too many books kinda freaked me out a bit. The library sat in the east of the yard. I hurried over to the east building, my heart pounding in my chest. Since Daisy left, Dexter started to spend the majority of his free time in the library, so if she returned, he would surely find a way to keep her there. Thinking about having to search each room for her made my head ache though. The library was huge. It felt like the universe had my back when I realized I didn't have to do any of that since the basement door was a bit open.

Dexter wiped away the strand of sweat, "It's damn hard, how many books does she read?" Zoey shook her head negatively, "Wait. Back in the Hart's manor, there's always a separate rack of books that has the Harts record imprinted on it." She face-palmed herself. "Let's look for the damn rack." It took them five complete minutes before they found the rack, hurriedly, the swiped through the books. Hart's mansion record. Hart's net-worth record. Nope, Nope, Nope. Zoey panted heavily, her hands moving slowly towards the book, she turned to Dexter in worry, "There's supposed to a book here."