CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
She was on the interstate and heading back to the A1, listening to a heavy silence on the phone. She had just told Connelly about the incident on the iced-over reservoir. She remembered his humble sort of kindness earlier in the morning as he had dodged the mayor’s request to lay into her. She wondered if that was the Connelly she was talking to in that moment.
“But there’s no guarantee it was him?” Connelly asked.
“No. But the coat was an exact match. And if it was an employee or a state guy, he wouldn’t have run.”
She wasn’t shivering quite as badly. The heater was doing its job but she was looking very forward to stopping by her house, jumping into a hot shower, and getting out of these freezing wet clothes.
“The look you got at his face…is it enough to recogniz
