CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
It took every ounce of restraint Keri had not to floor it once she was on the road. But that would have drawn suspicion from the FBI, local cops, and the media alike, so she cruised out of the neighborhood at the posted twenty-five miles per hour. It only took her three minutes to get to Del Rey Lagoon Park but every second felt like an hour.
When she pulled up a block away from the dark, deserted park, she could tell that she was too late. Whatever had happened, it was over now.
She could see a shadowy figure hunched over next to a rented white U-Haul van with its sliding door open, his silhouette visible in the van’s dim interior light. It looked like Tim Rainey. Somewhere near him she heard an awful mewing sound.
She broke into a run, ignoring the icy burn in he
