The Murder of Dawn Priestly
A shift in the breeze told Samuel Bess that autumn had arrived. While he came to the park two blocks from his apartment dressed in a thin jacket that afternoon and expecting lower temperatures, the sudden cool wind was what officially signified the end of summer. In a few months the trees, grass, and sidewalks would be covered by a thick blanket of snow, and Sam’s weekend strolls to this park would become significantly less frequent. Sam let out a deep breath as his dark brown eyes scanned the passerby’s around him. He was seated at his favorite park bench, reading over the New York Times while enjoying the last few days of reasonably warm weather. He watched a cute couple laugh as they passed him by without notice. Their happiness was one he had …