Chapter 25The bright sunlight was almost misleading. Blue, cloudless skies, and a giant sun might make a person believe it was a super-hot day. It wasn't. The steady wind carried a cold bite. It stung exposed flesh. Falcone immediately regretted not picking up a pair of gloves before heading out from home this morning. Outside their car in the Charlotte Beach parking lot, both Falcone and Richards stuffed hands into coat pockets as they took in the activity and walked toward the pier.
Although the idea of hitting the treadmill wasn't completely forgotten, but the idea tabled for now, Falcone thought about trying running outdoors. The water brought about inspiration. He knew a wonderful trail he could get to at the end of Boxart Street. It ran all the way to the beach. There and back cover
