October 23, 2014 – When I made the decision to stake out Eunice at the library in order to learn her schedule, I hadn’t anticipated us being in the midst of a nor’easter. The entire day was dark and blustery. We got a later start due to the rain, but after lunch, Peaches and Sawyer joined me in the pickup truck to scope out a suitable reconnoissance site. I wanted a location that was close enough to watch Eunice come and go, but hidden enough that we would not be spotted.
“Tell me again why we didn’t just wait until Eunice was done with work to start tailing her?” Sawyer asked tossing a gummy worm wrapper on the floor. It joined a brown paper bag that once held apple cider donuts, and three empty Styrofoam cups that earlier were filled with iced blueberry and honey tea. Being a detective sure works up an appetite.
“Because…” I answered rolling my neck against the headrest, “We don’t know when her shift ends. What if she works a half day? What if she goes to the doctor every Tuesday at noon for allergy shots?”
“It’s Thursday,” Peaches said, licking the last remaining spot of bark on her pet stick.
“I know today is Thursday,” I explained. “I’m just saying that we need to know her every move in order to replicate her weekly schedule. Once we know where she is each day and when, we can insert ourselves into the backdrop of one of these errands.”
“No,” Peaches interrupted. “Eunice goes to the allergist every Thursday. I sent her a text pretending that I was a student interested in library science and wanted to interview her for a career-day paper. I asked if there was any afternoon when she would not be at the library. She texted me back and said that she leaves every Thursday at lunchtime to get her allergy shots, but that she returns by 2:00 pm.”
I didn’t know what to say. Peaches is always surprising me.
“If this is true,” Sawyer said checking her watch, “she should be pulling into the parking lot any second.”
Sure enough, within the next five minutes, a white compact car pulled into a space marked reserved and out stepped the prickly librarian.
“I wonder what she’s allergic to?” I asked.
“Probably us!” Sawyer laughed.
“Definitely us!” Peaches nodded.
“Then why don’t we follow her next Thursday and conveniently show up at her doctor’s office? I doubt that she’ll make a scene in front of a medical professional. It will be the perfect place for us to clear the air!”
“What if the doctor throws us out for not being patients?”
“We’ll become patients. We’ll call and make an appointment for the same time that Eunice is there.”
“And what will we say it is that we’re allergic to?!” Sawyer challenged.
“LIBRARIANS!” We exclaimed in unison, and then celebrated our brilliance over a candied apple.