She worked. She ate. She made love. She ran around Red Bank Road so many times people stopped coming out to talk to her. She drank and drank and drank. But nothing banished the image of Noah smiling at her in Burnett’s parking lot and nothing could blot out the sight of his body lying broken in the mouth of the cave. Aubrey had always been good at remaining calm when it mattered, but getting to sleep at night afterward was something else entirely. Aubrey did all the things people might have expected under the circumstances, but she didn’t sleep and she didn’t cry and she couldn’t forget. On the fifth day she read about herself and how she had found the body in the local paper and thirty eight minutes later she and Joe were being led into the sheriff’s office. Mitchell Dunn looked like a big man who had eaten a couple of bigger men for lunch and had a medium-sized one for desert. He was over six and a half feet tall and couldn’t have weighed less than three hundred pounds.
