A Witness in Disguise (Sarah Woods Mystery Book 10) by Jennifer L. Jennings

the envelope.  Inside was a hand written note from Sue-Ann. 
     
    Meet me at the Holbrook Library.  I’ll explain everything.
     
    “What in the world is going on?” I said.  “How is Sue-Ann mixed up in all of this?”
    Carter could only shake his head in astonishment .  “I don’t trust this woman.  What if this is some kind of trap?”
    “It’s a public place .  I think it’s worth going there to find out what she has to say.”
    “What do we even know about her? She’s a volunteer at an assisted living facility, but what else?”
    “She must be from the south because of her accent but I never thought to ask where?”
    As we exited the building and made our way through the parking lot, Carter looked up the address for the Holbrook Library.
     
    As it turned out, the library was just a mile down the road toward the downtown area.  The place didn’t appear to be very busy at one o’clock in the afternoon.  There were only two cars in the lot - a white Toyota and a Maroon minivan - also a bicycle.
    As we walked in the front door, a woman sat behind a desk clicking away on the keyboard of her computer .  She looked completely bored and, I imagined, she was probably playing online solitaire.  She didn’t even acknowledge us.
    I often wonder if libraries will eventually become obsolete, like brick and mortar bookstores .  With all the e-books, tablets and phones, one can download any book or magazine he or she wants within seconds.  As much as I love my Kindle, the thought of no more libraries or bookstores just seemed wrong.
    Thankfully, the place wasn’t very big and we had only two choices, go left or right.  To the left appeared to be the children’s section and a young woman was reading a picture book to her toddler, so we took a right.  As we wandered through the aisles of literary fiction, I finally caught a view of Sue-Ann’s auburn hair.  I nudged Carter’s arm and he followed my lead.
    Sue-Ann was sitting at a small table with an old volume of Nancy Drew in her hands .  She looked up from the book and stared at us as we approached.  “I’ve been waiting.  I thought you might not come.”
    I caught my breath when it dawned on me that Sue-Ann’s southern accent was gone .  “Who are you?” I asked.  “Why did you send Mark Gillespie that email last night?”
    “Lower your voice, please .  We’re in a library.”
    Carter and I sat down at the table .  She closed the book and set it aside.  Then she removed her glasses and looked at us.  For the first time, I noticed how blue her eyes were. 
    “You’ re right, I did send Mark the email,” she said.  “It was for his own good.  I’d never forgive myself if something happened to him.”
    I heard her words but they made no sense at all .  Carter seemed completely baffled, too.
    “Who else knows you’re here?” she asked.  “Did you contact the police about the email?”
    “Nobody knows we’re here,” I replied .  “And we didn’t mention the email to anyone.”
    Sue-A nn shook her head in disappointment.  “It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.  I really thought Mark would obey my wishes after he got the email last night.”
    “ Where is Meagan?”
    “Meagan is dead,” Sue-Ann said, matter-of-factly.
    “What?” I said .  “How do you know this?”
    “ Because I killed her.” She splayed her arms out alongside her body.  “Meagan is gone and all that’s left is what you see now.  ”
    I had no idea what she was talking about and, by the look on Carter’s face, he was just as clueless as I was.
    Sue-Ann chuckled .  “Yeah.  I know it’s hard to believe.  I gained forty pounds in three months, cut my hair and dyed it red and got silicone injected into my face.”
    “Okay, wait,” I said, my head still spinning .  “Am I supposed to believe that you are Meagan Hart?”
    “Yes.”
    Carte r— usually unfazed by most thing s— stared at Meagan in disbelief.  “Why did you stage