CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
I stare at the body until what I’m looking at really sinks in and it sends me stumbling back in horror.
Dead body.
I drop my coffee and clamp a hand over my mouth, puffing shallow breaths into my fingers.
Dead body.
Somehow, I end up at the foot of the angel statue that looks like Sam’s brother. I don’t remember sitting down, but I’m bent over with my head between my knees. My fingers are freezing where I press them against my lips.
Where did my coffee go?
I glance at the river. Cold, dead eyes stare back at me in accusation. Shivers wrack my body.
Where did my coffee go?
I peer up. The statue’s wings arch over me, putting me in perpetual shadow. What do I do now? I fumble in my handbag for Detective Bryce’s phone number and listen to the rings, counting them a
