CHAPTER TEN
Juana Vazquez jogged through El Rio Park in the outskirts of Phoenix. Even though it was night, she wasn’t nervous. The route along the wash, a channel that only saw water during monsoon season, was well lit. A fence ran along the edge of the wash so creeps couldn’t jump up from down there and kids couldn’t go down there to take drugs or get drowned in a sudden rush of water from some storm upstream.
On the land side spread a manicured lawn with a few bushes and some mesquite trees leading up to a road a couple hundred yards away. Nowhere for a creep to hide. Besides, she wasn’t the only person along here. Couples walked their dogs, and there were other joggers too on most nights.
Except tonight. Tonight it seemed strangely quiet. Was that because of that prison breakout? Th
