“I believe you.” Joe Taylor was an old acquaintance of mine. My mentor Abraham had known him forever, and over the years we’d done a lot of bookbinding work for him.
I touched the crisp, deckled edges of the paper and fought to stay calm. “But I’d like to find out who sold it to Joe because I know they weren’t the rightful owner.”
Frustrated, Ian scratched his head, causing his hair to spike wildly. “What aren’t you telling me, Brooklyn? How do you know this book was stolen? Who did it belong to?”
Awash in memories, I didn’t realize until too late that I had tears in my eyes. I brushed them away with a fierce swipe of my hand and faced him. “Me, Ian. Once upon a time, this book belonged to me.”
A native Californian, award-winning writer
Kate Carlisle
worked in television for many years before turning to writing. A lifelong fascination with the art and craft of bookbinding led her to write the Bibliophile Mysteries featuring Brooklyn Wainwright, whose bookbinding and restoration skills invariably uncover old secrets, treachery, and murder. Kate lives and writes in Southern California.
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