Downtown Library Houston Novels & Stories

“What could you possibly have to do that’s so time consuming?” “Are you kidding?” I folded my arms. “Look at this place. I bet you wouldn’t last one hour running a facility as large as this.” Jake sighed and nodded as he looked around. The Greenbrooke Library was huge. It was two stories high with a coffee shop on the second floor, and there was even a garden out back where people could sit and read as they enjoyed the nature around them. I only had one assistant but she was hardly ever in because of her many doctor’s appointments.

"Yeah. Why?" "There's a library downtown hiring part-timers," he said, sliding a glass of water toward me. "Pay isn't amazing, but it's steady. Quiet. Better than dealing with creeps." Zoe snorted. "Chelsea at a library? She'd alphabetize the shelves by how many dollar signs each book could earn." I gave her my best 'you're not funny' glare, but a small laugh slipped out anyway. Alex shrugged. "It's there if you want it."

I unfold the squares and it reveals; 103, Houston Park. 5 pm. Lots of wine and fun.

Mr. Lloyd and I arrived at the library. The downtown library was five stories tall. Being a weekday, it wasn't crowded, but finding someone I'd only met once in this 30,000-square-foot building seemed nearly impossible. After two hours of searching with Mr. Lloyd, we came up empty. Maybe she hadn't come today? It would make sense - having her important belongings stolen might have left her in no mood for reading. Disappointed, I headed back to the car with Mr. Lloyd.