The Quiet Librarian

At the conference room, Detective Claypool opens the door for Hana, and she passes within a few inches of him, his tweed jacket smelling old, but the scent mixed with something clean. Detective Claypool gestures Hana to one of the four chairs at a small table, his anemic smile gone now. She kissed him before he could read the truth on her face. How can she allow Luka to die so peacefully unaware that his long-awaited reckoning has finally arrived?