We spend a few more hours in the library, researching and looking for any evidence that a woman who could have been my mom went missing during the takeover. We find nothing. The only woman who looks anything like my mother was definitely found dead—and in quite a few pieces—by the Bloodfangs.
The good news is we still have plenty of research options left. The couple of hours we were able to spend here didn’t come close to exhausting all of the places we need to check. There’s enough research left to do to keep us working on this for days.
F*ck everything.
“We should check something out while we’re here,” I say. “Give me something to do while I’m waiting at the apartment tomorrow.”
“That would leave a record,” Nick warns.
“No one would think anything of you checking out a book for me. People have already seen us here. We can’t afford to waste twelve hours every day that I could be using productively.”
“I suppose there’s some truth to that,” Nick admits.