Tutbury - lost prop

So there I am in Tutbury, Staffs setting up the props for a performance of Double Booked.  Feel quite relaxed and looking forward to the show.  Suddenly realise a prop is missing.  I obviously left it behind at a venue in Sussex last week.  A copy of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larrsen.  It's an important prop.  The fact that it is written by a Scandinavian author whose gender and sexual orientation are hard to determine from his name, if you don't already know them, is a joke in the show.  Probably one of those "you need to be there" moments.  Panic!  All the shops will be shut.   Nevertheless I set off to the high street , confident that I'll find one that is open and selling the book.  Turns out that Tutbury doesn't have many shops, certainly none that are open at that time.  I stride into the likeliest option.
 "Do you sell books?"
 "Magazines?"
 "No, not magazines, real books."  (I'm getting a bit terse.)
 "Sorry, no, just magazines."
  I go into the second most likely.
 "Do you have any books?"
"No, just fish and chips here, love."
  I race back to the venue.  It is in a road with houses.  Time is running short.  A girl is outside one of the houses.  I run round.
  "Hello, do you live here?"
 "Well, sort of.   It's not my house but  ..."
  I interrupt.  "Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush.  Don't explain.  But you live here, right?  So do you have any books."
 "Er, yiss?"   (At this point I detect a foreign accent.)
"Well, look, I'm just wondering if you happen to have any books by Stieg Larrsen.  You, know, the Millennium Trilogy?"
 "Yiss, I do actually, I'm in the middle of reading the third one.  I've got the second one upstairs."
 "Oh, thank god!  Can I borrow it?"
  "Yiss?  Mind if I ask why?"
It's a reasonable question in the circumstances.  I look at my watch.  Curtain up in 45 mins and we haven't done the sound check yet.  I gabble an explanation.
"Oh, that's great." says my foreign new best friend.
"It's not great."  I explain.  "It's an emergency.  Can you possibly lend it to me?  Where are you from by the way?"
"New Zealand.  Yiss sure, I'll go and git it."
She skips upstairs and returns with the book which I fall on avidly, kiss and hug her and dash back to the show.   It's not the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, but its by the same author, and that'll do.
During the interval I explore my dressing room which doubles as a store room.  I open a cupboard.  Books ... hundreds of them, are in boxes are piled high.  There's Dan Brown, Maeve Binchy, Joanna Trollope. Somewhere, I know, there's a Girl with a Dragon Tattoo -  I don't have time to look for it now, but I know its there.    How weird is that?  The very thing I needed was almost certainly in the same building all the time.

Tutbury Castle is haunted, you know ... I wonder if the poltergeist had wandered into the village for the night?  I wonder if he'd nipped down to Sussex en route.  They can't find my book at the previous week's venue in Sussex.  If anyone in Tutbury is reading this ... go through those books in the cupboard, I bet The Girl with a Dragon Tattoo is there.