The Shepherd – Hefted (Chapters 8 & 9)
Chapter 8 Wednesday afternoon to midnight. The library had been warm. That was about all John Shepherd could say. The computers so slow and inefficient that it was not worth even attempting to get into the police files that he hoped might hold some clues to his situation. He had spent a couple of hours reading newspapers and journals, enjoying the silence and the peace, but, eventually hunger and unease…
