Chapter 8
Later that morning, I sit outside the police station on Barney Road and stare out at a strip of houses atop the steep rocky hill behind the high school and football field.
I think of the people living inside those dwellings and imagine them going about their daily lives, eating, laughing, dreaming, when Cora Findings and Kimberly Block lie dead in the county morgue, their lives cut short by unexplainable tragedy.
As I get out of the car and head up the sidewalk to the front door, Steve’s face flickers across my vision, and a feeling of regret punches me in the stomach.
The station is empty, except for a light burning in the last cubicle in the back of the room.
Officer Hawkins.
No one is manning the reception desk, I notice, as I dash into the restroom at the end of the hal
