Central Station is our last planned stop. I’m both exhilarated by what I’ve achieved and exhausted by the effort of it all. I don’t expect to be here for long as I don’t think I’ll learn much. If it’s anything like the other locations, the police will have already requested any video footage of the concourse from Thursday morning. I doubt there’ll be anyone here for me to talk to, so my main purpose is to see if the experience of standing or walking through the station is enough to bring any recollection.
As we think we’ll be in and out in a few minutes, Jenny agrees to park near the Union Street entrance and wait with the car while Alesha and I go to look.
We climb the stairs and take a few steps forward, then stop to look around. It’s late Sunday afternoon and there are not many people
