Chapter 61
CHAPTER 61
Seabrook, New Hampshire
T hey definitely did not cover what I’m about to do at Columbia Law.
I’m trained as a lawyer but thinking like a damn criminal.
What the hell has happened to me?
I need to put a crucial piece of evidence back where I found it—then make sure the police find it.
It’s barely twilight and I’m trying to follow the same path Garrett and I took through the park last night.
I don’t see any hikers, but I freeze every time I hear skittering in the underbrush.
I duck down behind a tree and watch for moving shadows.
I hear it again. Too light to be human.
Probably a squirrel, right?
This is no place for a girl from Bed-Stuy.
When I get to the big memorial rock, I orient myself and plunge through the thicket into the small clearing.
I’m wearing my work gloves, but I didn’t bring a shovel.
I didn’t want to draw attention to myself.
All I brought was an ice scraper from the trunk of the Subaru.
I kneel down and brush a section of leaves aside, then use the ice scraper to dig down through the soft dirt.
Six inches… twelve inches…
I cannot believe I’m doing this.
Two feet now. My forearms are covered in dirt.
At three feet down, I lean back, breathing hard.
Enough. I sit there for a moment looking around, listening for sounds, watching for shapes.
I pull the plastic bag out of my pocket and take out the tennis bracelet.
I drop it into the hole I just dug.
Suzanne, I hope this helps bring you home.