Chapter 14In Greenwich Connecticut, menacing clouds loom above Putnam Cemetery while white plumes rise from shivering mourners into November's chilly air. Mr. Ferrara, standing with his grieving wife and oldest son, turns his head, and swiftly, anger replaces grief. He marches toward two approaching men who stop as he advances closer. Alex's father continues behind a large white mausoleum, the men follow. With their obstructed view, I turn my gaze to Alex's family, pondering their rage when they discover Alex's death wasn't a random act, but murder orchestrated by friends in their midst. Beside me, Kayla stands stonefaced, disguising anger and fear. If Bob and Bruce have any inkling, our lives could be in danger as well.
Finally, mushrooming clouds burst open with torrential rain, sleetin
