CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
The Fresh Pond Reservoir looked like a totally different place in the light of day. At night, it had looked gothic in some weird way; in the light of day, though, it looked both industrial and slightly forgotten. The morning sun shone dully down in the iced-over water, creating a series of sparkles that might have looked quite beautiful in any other situation.
Avery drove around its circumference, slowing down by the place where Sophie Lentz had been discovered. At once, Avery was pretty sure there was nothing remotely special about the place other than the fact that it had provided the killer with a fragile body of ice. For some reason or another, the killer had simply known about the place and assumed it would be mostly frozen. And because there were many more priv
