CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The next day brought a brilliant burnt umber-coloured sunrise. A fresh breeze carried gently on a westerly wind. Joggers and dog walkers had filled the park early to beat the masses that would soon congregate. It was seven o’clock on a Sunday morning. The sound of birds in full song blended with the background noise of early-morning traffic.
A young female jogger made her way around the lake. She had to beat the time it normally took her to get to the boathouse. Her effort wasn’t being made for any other reason than a personal goal. Her grey-and-pink cotton shirt and shorts fitted well enough to show some form without being restrictive. Her long brown hair was held high at the back in a ponytail. The sound of her music from her cell phone blared in her ears via the w
