CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Avery parked her car on the eastern edge of Stony Brook Park and walked down Mill Street to the entrance.
The Stony Brook Children’s Playground was an expansive water park for children, combined with three separate playgrounds and a huge wooden fort, all nestled within a circle of trees and behind a fence near a gated community.
A number of Belmont police cruisers, along with news vans and reporters and crowds, surrounded the area by the gate.
“There she is!” someone shouted.
Before Avery could even think, a number of reporters made their way toward her. In her previous life, when she’d been fired from her law firm, Avery had assumed the cameras and lights and microphones would eventually fade away. Unfortunately, that had never been the case. She could always fin
