Michael Guillebeau - MAD Librarian - You Gotta Fight for Your Right to Library

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2017 FOREWORD REVIEWS INDIE GOLD MEDAL WINNER FOR HUMOR NOVEL OF THE YEAR!
A Southern librarian fights back when the city cuts off funding for her library in this funny, angry book from award-winning author Michael Guillebeau.
Publishers Weekly said, “Guillebeau blends humor and mystery perfectly in this comic thriller… Guillebeau keeps things light with frequent laugh-out-loud lines.”
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Serenity looked at her glass. “Agreed. If we do this right, by the time they catch us—catch me—we will have the expansion underway and it will be too big for anyone to shut down. Maybe some will say this is wrong, and they will have the law on their side. Maybe someone will have to pay a price. And that’s got to be me.”

Joy raised her glass and said, “Damn the law. Let’s be heroes.”

Joy and Doom clinked their glasses together and looked at Serenity.

After a long second, Serenity touched her glass to theirs and said, “In the words of our immortal president, Richard Nixon, we could do this, but it would be wrong.”

They paused, then all three of them laughed harder than they had laughed in a long time.

twenty-six

two thieves don’t make a right

SERENITY WAS TOO DRUNK to go home and explain it to Joe, so she left him a message about a night meeting and went to the MAD for the night.

“Keep your paws off of my spare cot, lady,” the scruffy man sitting on his rolling cot in the library said as Serenity hesitated in front of the empty cot next to his.

Joy yelled from her cot behind the circulation desk. “Get nice or get out, Josh. You can always go back to San Francisco. You know the rules.”

Joy unfolded herself and walked slowly to Serenity. “You want a cot out here, Serenity, we’ve got a free one in the women’s area, over in the children’s section.”

“So you’ve got women now?”

“Women and children. We’ve got a twenty-five-year-old girl from Ivy Green. She was thrown out by her husband last night with her five-year-old. The women’s shelter closed last year when they took away its funding. She heard about us. Tomorrow, I’m going to get one of our other women—Chakira—to watch the kid while the mom and I find her a job and a place to live.” Joy looked at Serenity. “I’m paying Chakira as a jill-of-all-trades day worker in the library. It may take some library money to get the Ivy Green girl started. Hope I’m playing the new MAD game right.”

“Looks like you’ve got it exactly right,” Serenity said. “What’s the woman’s name?”

“How the hell would I know? She’s not my friend. Just somebody the library needs to help. My job.”

Joy started to walk away as Serenity said, “I think you enjoy the job more than you let on.”

Joy stiffened. “Wendy. Girl’s name is Wendy.” Then she walked away.

Serenity went to the break room and got a pack of peanut butter crackers and a Diet Coke, and took them to the server room.

Doom’s workstation and the server’s rack were shoved into the back corner. The rest of the room was filled with children’s desks and chairs, as Doom was setting up a reading workshop for tomorrow.

Serenity sat down at the desk and logged in as herself. She then searched for anything connected with either the Special Projects fund or the Residuals account that had Doom’s name on it. Each time she methodically changed the name to Hammer. She finished both the crackers and the work, leaned back and stretched. Then she looked at the clock and saw both hands straight up. It was midnight.

Just then the Residuals account flashed red. Serenity leaned forward. Someone had tried to access the account, and their transaction had failed. Moreover, they had tried to withdraw money, but the money was now residing in the Library Special Projects fund, with only a few thousand dollars left in the Residuals account.

The transaction bounced, so the people who had come for their money had to know. Trembling, she looked up the code for the organization that was just now realizing their money wasn’t where they expected it to be. It wasn’t one of the authorized users she had seen, and wasn’t anything she recognized. This code was just “GG.” She looked up the contacts table for GG. No such entry. Looked in the history. No history. No description.

She looked at the destination code for the transfer. MYOB. Someone’s idea of a joke. Again, no record anywhere.

Serenity pulled up the raw transfer account and found a bank ID code and account number associated with it. She switched to a web browser and spent a few nervous minutes tracking down both the bank and account.

Bank of the Bahamas, a private numbered account.

But there was more. Some programmer, years ago, in an effort to be thorough, had included the trail of the last successful money transfers in the failure block. A MAD withdrawal was the last withdrawal. But right under it was the record for the last successful deposit. Nothing but an account number.

Serenity recognized the routing part of the account number as a bank in the nearby city of Jericho. And she had the account number of the account that had made the deposit.

twenty-seven

money gusher

THERE WASN’T MUCH SLEEP to be had in Serenity’s office Sunday night. She spent most of the night talking things over with Faulkner, who surprisingly, offered no answers. When the sun came up, she went to the Waffle House for breakfast and woke up sometime later with her head on the table next to a half-eaten plate of eggs.

“Ms. Hammer, I thought I’d just let you sleep.” The waitress smiled at her. “Reckon I spent enough of my days growing up with my head down on a desk at the library, while Momma worked at one no-count job after another.”

Serenity looked at the sun, which was high over the horizon. Then she looked at her watch. “Oh, God, I’ve got to go.”

“You want some coffee to go?”

“God, yes.”

Sam the Squatter met Serenity at the library door Monday morning with a big smile. Like he did a lot of mornings.

“Sam, the answer is still no.”

The smile didn’t fade. “I keep asking. I figure I spend most of my days here anyway. If we were married, I could probably sleep here, too.”

“Talk to that woman,” she pointed to Joy, “about that. No need to try to game the system anymore, Sam. We’re coming to you.” Serenity laughed. “Though it is good for a girl to know where her charm lies.”

“You are charming, Ms. Hammer. And kind. And beautiful. And I brought you a token of my love.” He held out a half-eaten blueberry muffin, probably rescued from the dumpster behind the corner bakery on his way to the library.

“Aw, Sam,” she said. “That is so sweet, but I’m dieting. You eat it for me.”

“Oh, Ms. Hammer, you’re the last woman on earth who needs to diet.”

She patted him on the shoulder and walked away. Joe better watch out. One more night like the last few and she might say yes.

Ten feet from her office, she stopped. She could hear Doom’s voice coming out of her open office door.

“We are going to make Maddington a city built on books, and we are going to honor the woman who gave us the vision and determination to do it. The cornerstone is going to read, ‘Serenity Hammer Annex.’ People are going to know who did this.”

Then a man came out of her office. It was Seth Burroughs, the general contractor who had been selected for the expansion before the expansion stalled. He walked up to Serenity with his hand out.

“Congratulations to all of us, Serenity,” he said. “I don’t know how you made it happen, but this city needs this.” He laughed and jerked his chin toward the door. “I don’t know how you created that firebrand, either. That’s a fine little Serenity Hammer you’ve got in there.”

He moved on, tucking a sheet of paper into his clipboard.

Serenity turned the corner. Doom had her back to the door, hands on her hips, studying a set of blueprints spread out on Serenity’s desk.

“Busy?” said Serenity.

Doom jumped and spun in the air. “Oh, Ms. Hammer.” She threw her arms around Serenity and almost lifted her from the floor. “You should see what we’re doing. I just signed the contract with Burroughs for him to start work on the expansion.”

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