“He was. I saw him about ten minutes earlier in the main office and wondered what had brought him to our hallowed halls,” Sharon said sarcastically. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him there before ... ever.”
“I don’t know for sure. But he’s an engineering major. I see him all the time and he’s in one of my classes this semester. I don’t think that’s significant.”
“I agree,” said Colin, writing it on the board.
“You saw Charlie at all the fires?” Doug asked.
“Right now, Love, we’re just writing down everything, remember? Not making accusations. He was also at the Carol of Lights and the Museum, wasn’t he?”
Sharon said, “Well, Jamie was there again, but he was leading the procession.”
“Right,” Colin said. “And I was with him for about three hours before that getting things ready for the ceremony. But, I’ll list him anyway.” He put his name under Charlie’s and Boyle’s.
“President Parker has postponed our talking with the Board of Regents until March or April. Said he’s still trying to get more information about the fire. Doesn’t want to make too much of it until we find out who did it, so we’re on hold.”
“What did they burn?” Doug asked. “Which books?”
“It was in the ‘T’ section. I remember seeing the letters when I was trying to get the stacks apart. I thought the chief told me it was Scientific America publications, from the 1860s, I think, and something else ...?”
“That’s right, it was,” Sharon said. “Now I remember. We had to put out requests all over the country to get some replacements. We have them all on computer, but wanted some originals. Some old Iron Age magazines burned, too, beginning in 1911. Completely destroyed.”
“And about science, engineering,” Doug said. “Maybe we need to look for a disgruntled science or engineering student.”
“That’s a really scary thought,” I said quietly.
“That’s a good question,” Doug said. “Or were we just lucky enough to find the first two before they could get bigger?”
“No, unless someone knew it was you up there,” Sharon said with a sudden insight. “What was the name of that girl from HR you forced out?”
“Allison?” I cried, shaking my head. “She’s so stupid I’m not sure she knows how to strike a match, much less deliberately plan four fires. And I haven’t seen her since late last spring. No, I can’t imagine it’s Allison. And besides Boyle, I don’t really have any other enemies, do I?” I said, trying to think of anyone else I might have crossed.