Chapter 17
In San Bernardino, east of Los Angeles, Gustavo lunched at a diner before switching to another shared ride vehicle. He was dunking pieces of sour dough bread in tomato soup, while surfing search engines online, when his phone rang.
"I just left the observatory and Griffith Park," Lavonne said. "I found the exact area on the trail you described, but there is nothing there. No body. No phone. No blood or scraps of clothing or anything else indicating a violent attack had occurred."
"Not even a button or a shoe?" Gustavo asked. "No clues at all?"
"I filmed a short clip of the area and I will send it to your phone. I got on my hands and knees, Gustavo. There is nothing there."
"Thank you for trying. I wonder if the park staff already found and removed the body before y
