Aftermath
DENZEL COULDN’T CONCEIVE of anything but jail time in his future. Even if his trial was completed before he turned eighteen, he might be sentenced as an adult despite the fact he hadn’t cause Zoe’s death.
They had been skimming rocks across Kinzua Lake. Denzel had proposed a fishing date, figuring they’d find a spot along the twenty-plus mile manmade waterway. It was not yet time for pike, but walleye was in its late season and the bass run had just begun. They’d rent a walkaround from Wolf Run Marina; Denzel had been saving up for the occasion.
By the time they got out to the dock, however, there were no boats, not even a simple canoe. So, they had parked their fishing gear in a locker, patronized the concession stand, and bought enough Thirst-Quencher to hike the Rimrock Ove
