Chapter 12
A young woman rolled a baby carriage along East Bay Street in front of Emmet Park when something sticking out from beneath a bush caught her eye. She stopped in front of the group of large hedges and stared, but couldn’t quite make it out. She finally decided it looked something like a foot. Thinking someone must have lost their shoe, she edged up a little closer and slowly pulled back a few branches and looked in. The branches were thick, hard to move, and the area was deeply shadowed, so what she saw didn’t register right away. Finally, the sun-dappled scene began to take shape, her mouth dropped open, and a look of terror etched her face. She abruptly released the branches, allowing them to slap back into place, and her piercing scream filled the air.
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