The Talisman - Crisscross
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Trish had a dozen reference books spread across the library table. A thing she could never do in her hometown, that library hadn't even heard of most of these legal books. At least in Idaho Falls she could read them. If only she could remember enough to make a difference. If only she could save Quinn.
Locating a legal precedence that pre-dated 1887 was proving impossible. Oh, why did libraries insist on destroying books over twenty years old? If they'd only kept one, the right one.
Trish's eyes hurt when the librarian hustled her out the door. The fresh night air rejuvenated her and yet she knew it wouldn't be enough to get her home. She drove the car to the nearest corner gas station, filled up, purchased a box of donuts and a supersized Mountain Dew. Hopefully, the sugar and caffeine would get her home.