Chapter 24

It was a still night.

One of those nights when the darkness seemed to envelop one in its cocoon. The sky, void of stars, held a dim moon barely peeking out of the dark clouds but still, enough rays to create shadows of the hedges, trees, and lamp posts lining the street of Bay Fair. Tonight, the crickets seemed to have taken a break from work. It was a night when no one would want to be caught outside the warmth of their abodes. It was also the best night to commit murder seamlessly under the echoes of the shadows.

In quick steps, Martha Peters walked out of Blue County Law Firm. Haughtily ignoring the farewell greetings from the night watchman, she sauntered toward her car parked at the edge of the vast parking lot. It had been a long day shuffling between her duties at the firm and the extra ones George Woodstock had given her due to her unruly behavior toward his woman, Mitchell. Envisioning a long hot bath and her comfy bed, she hastened her steps and then suddenly s