Chapter 9
Park in Evanston, Illinois
The evening slipped into nightfall. Alex sat on a rock at the edge of the park, his eyes fixated on a lake of many colors. He’d never seen a body in that position. How had it happened, and why had the man attacked Elena right on the heels of Magda’s death?
The surf splashed and tossed foam against the shoreline before receding and scattering beach stones. An occasional breaking wave sprayed the bottom of his jeans.
He shook his head. How had Elena gotten away from him? Had the man really tripped down those stairs, as Elena claimed?
Alex had known Elena from the time she was little and had always been able to catch her in a lie. Now, he’d spotted the same evasiveness in Elena’s tone. He didn’t believe her story entirely.
Seagulls squawked overhead.
