I tracked the book down to it’s hiding place…which was unfortunately on the other side of locked security door in a residential building. I could actually see the communal book shelf through the glass.

Hung around for a bit in the hope somebody would let me in but I figured I was looking a bit creepy and stalker-ish. Also “I want to look at your bookshelf, so could you please let me in” didn’t really strike me as the type of sentence that would make me any new friends.

The long and the short is that this is going to be harder than I thought.

And I might go back tomorrow with some detective gear and sneak in. Depends how obsessive I’m feeling…