The Sacramento Public Library was as it was the last time Thirteen had been here: Big and full of books and helpful staff. Removing her sunglasses and letting her eyes adjust from the bright day outside, the Acanthus reviewed her goals for this day of digging through books and newspaper articles. She had two topics to study: The life of an S. Cartwright, and whatever details she could find on the Harringwood Community Centre.
Best to conquer them one at a time.
She decided to start with Cartwright. Heading for the periodicals section, she mentally went over what she already knew about him: Middle-aged white man, burnscars on face and hand(s?), hospitalised early last year, in the burn ward. It gave her a time period to start searching. Also, he was dead now, most likely, and she considered the possibility his body might turn up somewhere. That was assuming the Goldies had disposed of it in as sloppy a manner as they ran their meetings.
It'd be nice to have his first name, but the initial S was all she had to go on. Better than nothing, really. The Libertine also had to hope it was the late Seer's actual name and not a false identity he'd been using, like she had 'Violet Crawford' as an added layer of anonymity.
Cracking her knuckles, the redhead dove in.
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