Chapter 11: Professor and Lockmaster
August 10, 20—
9:14 A.M.
“You’ve written about your own death,” Jax said, lifting his head from reading the two pages of hand-written paragraphs.
Kimberly tried to smile, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. “It’s more reality than fiction, although I’ll send it to a publisher. But isn’t fiction always a portion of reality?”
The first paragraph was a full description of a desolate parking lot in Arizona outside an ice skating rink. The second paragraph described Kimberly to a T and a CAT asphalt paver with the giant roller on its front. And the third paragraph was haunting, which graphically painted a bloody picture of Kimberly being murdered—accidentally or on purpose? Jax was unsure—by the paver, rolled over and flattened against the parking lot’
