CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Agitated.
Avery was agitated by her meeting with Howard, angry and agitated.
What did he mean? she wondered. Everything I said was fact. Both in college. Both in sororities. One a senior. One a junior. What was wrong with that?
Arg! she mentally cried.
The streets were filled with people and cars. It was a Saturday, and she was officially off the case. Still, she didn’t just want to just kill time. She wanted to act. Start from scratch, she thought. The beginning.
Lederman Park was thriving with runners and dogs by the time she arrived. On the baseball diamond near the river was a softball game between men in blue and red.
Avery parked the car and walked to the bench where Cindy Jenkins had been found. The memory of the body was clear in her mind, the placement,
