June 20, 20—
6:32 P.M.
Rather Street
Erich knew that something cruel and incredulous occurred after just a short time concerning his involvement with Timothy. The day was gray with much rain. Thunder boomed across the heavens and lightning skittered this way and that way over Snowden. The rain pounded down from the heavens, angry and merciless. Erich had decided to take a short break from his eight-hour shift at Cupcakes. He had just spent the last two hours cleaning the narrow walkways behind the glass display cases, a job he loathed but knew had to be executed. A walk and fresh air was needed, even if it was pouring outside. He found an umbrella in David’s office, borrowing the device from the owner, and exited the store through its front entrance.
The rain was cold, he noted. Most s
