One Book in the Grave: A Bibliophile Mystery

Otherwise, she would become so totally bored, she might run screaming out of the house.
     
    That afternoon, Max taught her how to make paper. I watched, too, because while I’d learned the process long ago, I’d never taken a class from Max. He was fabulous and worth every groupie he’d ever attracted.
     
    “It’s so disgusting,” Emily said, smashing the pestleinto the large bowl that had been filled with soaking-wet newspapers and old magazines, which were beginning to turn into a mushy paste from constant beating.
     
    “That’s the perfect consistency,” he said, sticking his finger into the gloppy gray pulp.
     
    Emily grinned. “It might be fun to teach my students to do this.”
     
    “They would love it,” I said. “It’s like playing with mud.”
     
    “That’s where I learned to do it,” Max said.
     
    “In school?”
     
    “Second grade. My mother still has the first piece of paper I ever made, hanging on her bedroom wall.”
     
    “Aw,” Emily said.
     
    But I was watching Max’s expression as it fell at the mention of his mother. The poor woman still didn’t know her son was alive. I knew his mother, and I hoped his stomach was up for the punching it would receive at the hands of that woman.
     
    That night, Gabriel and Derek arrived as usual, and we gathered around the table to hear what news they had, what they’d discovered that day, who they were tracking, the latest information from the feds on the survivalists, how the police were building the case against Solomon.
    We knew Gabriel was taking one for the team by trying to date one of the Ogunite women to gain information about its members. We couldn’t wait to hear the details.
     
    Instead Gabriel dropped a bomb.
     
    “Solomon has disappeared,” he said.
     
    The following morning, Gabriel and Derek both left, heavily armed, to investigate Solomon’s disappearance from his home in the Hollow. We’d come up with plenty of theories last night. Gabriel thought that Solomon might have gone into full survivalist mode and was living in some backwoods cabin in anticipation of capturing Max and dragging him there.
    Max doubted Gabriel’s scenario. Solomon enjoyed creature comforts too much. He would never willingly go without plenty of good food and fine wine and a comfortable bed. I barely knew the man, but I agreed with Max.
     
    Wherever Solomon had disappeared to, I was hopeful that Derek and Gabriel would be able to hunt him down.
     
    Once the men left, in order to keep both Emily and me from crawling the walls, I pulled out all my bookbinding tools and set them up on the dining room table.
     
    “I want to show you how to make an accordion book,” I said. “I think your kids will love this.”
     
    “Let’s do it,” she said determinedly, and we sat down and got creative. It took a half hour to make the little book and Emily was delighted.
     
    I’d used this same pattern for teaching simple bookbinding to attendees of conferences and book fairs. People loved making these miniature books. They didn’t have to know what they were doing, really, and they came away with a charming, colorful keepsake.
     
    “That was so simple,” she said, holding her finished book in her hand. For the cover cloth, she’d chosen a modern Japanese print with shots of lavender, black, and red. A matching purple grosgrain ribbon wrapped it closed. “Even my first graders could make this.”
     
    “Definitely.” I picked up the scraps and tossed them in the trash can. “I’ve taught kids before. And whenever I teach this class, I always pre-fold the paper and cut the ribbon and covers in advance. Makes it easier for everyone.”
     
    “I would do that, too.” She chuckled. “They can handle the glue sticks, but first graders and scissors don’t go well together.”
     
    “Right.” I opened another bag of supplies. “Do you want to make some more?”
     
    “I’d love to,” she said, spreading out the pretty swatches of cloth and choosing her favorites. “I can use the practice.”
     
    Emily caught on quickly and within the next two hours she’d made six colorful little books.
     
    I used that time to set up a work area in my bedroom. I wanted to work on the
Beauty and the Beast
, but didn’t want Emily or Max to see it until after it was finished. Even though Max had given his permission, Emily had no idea I was restoring the book and I didn’t want to have that argument just yet.
     
    I knew I wouldn’t be