CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The Judson B. Coit Observatory on Commonwealth Avenue was well known to Avery. It was the only true stargazing dome in Boston, and it was part of Boston University, where she’d attended college. Once or twice, her ex-husband, Jack, had tried to lure her into the Arts & Sciences Building so they could drink wine and view the stars, alone on the roof. Avery had never been interested. Heights frightened her, and staring at the sky for too long had always filled her with too many questions about the universe that she couldn’t answer. She preferred to keep her feet on the ground and her mind on the present.
Back on her old stomping grounds near Fenway Park, Avery turned off Commonwealth and parked at the back of the A&S Building. She’d taken one required course there during
