CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
Crickets and some kind of tree frog was all he could hear. His own footsteps seemed to get drowned out by his own anticipation—his own desires. As he stepped up to the base of the rock wall, he felt like he might very well be the only person on the planet. He reached out and touched the rock. It was warm under his hand, despite the cooler temperature of the night.
He realized that this was risky. Less than twenty hours ago, the police had been here, looking down at the body of Charles Rudeke. The body, of course, had been removed, but there were still some slight signs of his body having been there, as well as the passing feet of the police.
He still could not believe he was a murderer. More than that, he could not believe how natural it felt. It had been hard the fir
