Monk felt his fingers twitch, and wanted nothing more than to ball them up and shove them into his pockets. But Holly would recognize that move of frustration, and it would amuse her. He was done playing her clown. “The ef are you doing here?” he barked.

“Guess Kit was worried you couldn’t come up with the bond,” she said, a laugh in her voice.

He turned to the bald man. “Remember when librarians used to look like librarians?”