"Books were going missing. Not the usual books either – it had been months since we had needed to order another copy of the Karma Sutra. Harry Potter, too, had been returned safely for over a year now.
I squinted over my glasses at a girl holding a copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. She looked the type – dressed very queer with all that black lipstick and nail varnish. She approached the loans desk and handed me the book, which I scanned. "
Of course, no offense to goths. I don't think she's going to be the culprit anyway.