Chapter 61
Annie dangled her legs in the water. She wore white shorts and a blue tank top and was waiting for Mark to take her out on the boat.
He was already late, but it was giving her a chance to think about everything that had happened in such a short period.
Duncan was dead. His body finally drifted up from under the flashflood debris. He’d been flown back to New York to be buried next to his mother. God knows why he’d wanted his mother on one side of him and Annie on the other. Thinking about it gave her goose bumps. Well, part of his wish came true. She’d heard some of the faculty had attended his funeral. She hadn’t.
Mark had been in interrogation meetings with Adriano Menendez. Then other meetings with the DA. Mark tried to call her several times—wanted to talk, but somehow, t
