CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Avery had managed to catch a quick nap in one of the A1 break rooms, dozing off and on for about two hours. When she came back out into the melee that was the precinct just prior to 6:30 a.m., the place was a madhouse. The news was all over the television and the press was already setting up camp in the parking lots and street surrounding the building.
Sometime between 2:00 and 6:30 in the morning, the press managed to find out the identity of the latest victim—the body that had been made to look like a sculpture. Because Jonathan Hughes, the overseer and curator of the little park was insisting his innocence, it was assumed that the couple that had discovered the body had leaked it to the press, and probably for a nice sum of money.
The black-and-white photo that she
