5 NoraSpeed-walking down the broad concrete sidewalk, Nora felt moisture beading along her hairline. The direct glare of unfiltered September sun was making her overheat despite her most casual no-court-day outfit.
As soon as she reached the shade cast by the towering maples scattered across the dry, patchy lawn, she upped her pace to a jog. Her sneaker soles slapped against smooth cement and her heartbeat accelerated.
Cooler air caressed her bare arms and dried her sweaty forehead. Man, it felt good to be outside. Though it shocked her to see the maple leaves turning red and yellow. She’d been so busy the last six weeks, she hadn’t noticed summer disappearing.
She’d spent all of this Thursday morning in her office staring at a computer screen, researching the Wesley Mitchell situation.
