Chapter 4
Mark couldn’t remember a more summery autumn. Here it was November second, he was perfectly comfortable in jeans and the blue polo of the day, this one barely a shade away from purple. He hadn’t even dug so much as a hoodie out of his closet this fall, much less a jacket. Most of the trees in the park had lost most of their leaves, but the sun blared away from a cloudless sky; it seemed impossible that people should be doing things like breaking into houses and shooting his husband on such a glorious day.
Mark left Penelope Buchwalder’s phone number with Maribel, the senior dispatcher who stepped in to take Tanya’s place as the duty supervisor while she was gone. He’d call her himself as soon as he had a clue what he was up against, but in the meantime, the school knew it was o
