Chapter 4The next day, rain is pouring down by the bucketful. What started out as steady but manageable rain, escalated the last hour to what feels like a minor storm. Howling winds throw huge drops toward my truck from every direction, the noise it creates reminding me of a jackhammer. The final leaves clinging to the tree branches are ripped off, bushes are in danger of being torn up by the root and whirled away. There’s not a single bird in sight. It’s apocalyptic-level weather and any sane person wouldn’t think to set foot outside until it abates.
But David doesn’t answer his phone when I call to cancel and make sure he’s safe and sound. Since he’s not the kind of man to shirk his responsibilities, especially to his elderly neighbor, I have a hunch and decide to drive past the park be
