I don’t need to see Chris’s body to know how he died. I remember the crime scene photos perfectly. Shot like the other two and ditched on a street corner two blocks from Downey Automotive. I clench my fists, white-hot anger building at the thought of what she’s done. Of how she almost got away with it.
Not this time.The fifth lifeguard tower stands alone before the waves, a raised white box against the dark sea. I make my way toward it, shoes sinking in the sand, and each step reminds me of when I came here with Adam. I couldn’t understand then why I would kill myself in this spot, but now it seems like I was fated to come here to fight for my future.
By the time I reach the tower, I’m clutching my side and breathing heavily, and I’ve stumbled twice on my weak ankle. Everything hurts, b
