The Janitor Everyone Looked Through

stood near the back, still thinking about Mr. Finch.

Beside me was Jonah Reed, the center’s young archivist. He had messy brown hair, nervous hands, and a habit of noticing details everyone else missed.

“You saw what happened?” he whispered.

I nodded. “Victor took his photograph.”

Jonah’s jaw tightened. “That man has worked here since before Victor knew continue reading …