Chapter 17Fort Keeps, NY — Adirondacks — October 1912
Sheriff Benji O'Sullivan rode his horse back to the spot where the Crosby girl's body was discovered. He knew who Alice was, and he also knew that she, like her mother in the day, was very attractive. Lots of boys forgot what they were doing whenever the girl walked by them. Beauty was often times as much a curse as it was considered a blessing, he supposed.
There would be doors to knock on. That could wait. The night was nearly over. The sun would be up soon. Despite the coffee he had at Dr. Marr's, his bones felt eternally cold. It wasn't just because of this murder, for a while now he'd felt an insistent cold inside he could never seem to warm.
Absent any moonlight, it was darker now. O'Sullivan wasn't worried about finding the sp
