An hour? Two? Until dawn? Forever? When the park reopened in the spring would they find her emaciated corpse there like a low rent Miss Havisham? She looked out at the cold nothingness around her and wondered if she should even bother. She’d only known Joel for a few hours...
That was the line that hooked me. It would hook any journalist. A dozen questions instantly formed themselves in my head, all of them jostling with each other to be the first one out of my mouth. "Which bodies?", "Where?", "How did he know?" I didn't ask any of them though; I just sat there in si...