CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
In my rush to escape the charming atmosphere of The Void, I had made a hasty exit from that neighborhood and drove into one that was unfamiliar. I pulled over again to consult Waze on my phone. I enlarged and shrank the image this way and that, and after sufficient squinting, managed to find a back way to I-95. I knew I was in Baltimore County, so I’d go south on the interstate. Now, if I only knew what day it was. That answer was on my phone, too. Oddly, the radio beat the phone to it, when the DJ announced that it was Two-fer Tuesday.
I cracked open my windows again. I needed the air. I tried to plan my next steps while weaving my way through the back streets. If it was Tuesday, 72 hours had passed since I discovered the Harcourts. Was the autopsy report done? What had forensics found? For all I knew, they might have caught a suspect while I was cooped up in the hospital. And why was Nick unreachable?
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