CHAPTER 7 - REED
ACCORDING TO JERRY Leopold, Kimberly Jennings had been found lying on a grass verge beside Juniper Avenue, half-hidden by a bush, wearing one high-heeled pump and a pale-pink dress totally inappropriate for the weather. No surprise there. Leopold had been first on the scene—again, no surprise because Dunkin’ Donuts was only a half mile farther along the road.
Kimberly’s other shoe lay near a set of traffic lights at a lonely intersection, a T-junction bordered by a derelict warehouse on one side and an undeveloped lot on the other. The area had been earmarked for regeneration years ago, but a lack of funds meant the Bethesda Urban Partnership’s vision remained a pipe dream. If I recalled correctly, the lights had only been installed after a trio of fatalities caused by d
