Chapter 4Breathless, I had to stop. I hadn’t hiked in years. Jogging along the beach was one thing, but hiking up a mountain was another. I wasn’t even wearing the right shoes for this type of trail. I’d walked out of my motel room in a hurry this morning, fleeing it really.
After I’d left Larry at the Bon Ami Theater four days ago, I’d hadn’t done much, except sleep fitfully and watch the latest news on the Matthew Sheppard murder trial in my room. Every time I’d leave that depressing room for the corner store or to do a load of laundry or drop a few quarters in the Pepsi machine, I’d stop at the front desk to check if I had any messages. The girl at the desk must have thought I was a paranoid drug dealer.
But this morning, sitting there in my room with the blinds shut, my mind foggy fr
