You hold in your hand the record of a nightmare. It began as many nightmares do, in the deceptive tranquility of the dark. It began with an early morning jog.
Since her college days, when she was known on campus as "that runnin" broad", every day of Erin"s life started with a pre-dawn jog, to work the muscles, and get the blood flowing. A workout to ready the body for work with just enough pain to feel alive. She puffed her way up from the lower tier, her fourth and last time around, three miles, climbing back to the famous point of Eagle Point Park. Every morning without fail, summer, autumn, winter (more a slog; the point was never plowed), and spring. Especially spring when the cool forties of night ushered in glorious days in the mid-sixties.
pointThis was a spring morning in late Ap
