XI. NIGHTMARES
LaRissa knew to let Charlie compose himself. Discussing Gail’s disappearance was difficult for him, even after so many years.
Charlie took a deep breath, “I’m gonna stretch my legs. Been crammed into this Prius for too long.”
LaRissa and Charlie had been chatting for an hour, stuffed into the back of the Uber driver’s car. The sun was beginning to set over Manhattan and combined with the cool Autumn air and the splash of Fall colors, Central Park looked utterly charming.
LaRissa also stretched her legs, leaning against the hood of the Prius. She watched Charlie stroll aimlessly, baseball cap pulled tight over his head, avoiding eye contact with joggers and hand-holding lovers passing him in the park.
Charlie found a big oak tree and planted himself on the turf against i
