The stacks were dark, save for a small bulb that illuminated the light switches – and even when Tara flipped these on, the rows and rows of books were only dimly lit. The overhead fixtures hung down in hemispherical metal shades, grimy with dust.
Tara started walking, and Steven followed. She studied the card in her hand, then began scanning the call numbers of each row she passed. Suddenly she stopped and frowned.
“Did you hear something?”