Falcon's footsteps echoed softly on the grass drenched with rain water. It was drizzling, but the last thing on Falcon's mind was staying dry. Little beads of water ran down his jackets and spattered onto his hands.
He followed Alex, Helen, and John into the secluded basketball court behind the looming library building. He wondered what Alex had to tell, though it explained why he had become so distressed after Terence's murder. If he could only provide him with the tiniest clue, something that could give him a lead to where he should go next, then it would be enough.
The air was thick with anticipation as they reached the secluded spot—a haven of solitude on some other day. Falcon used to picture Aurelia and him playing basketball here. Now that dream, too, was shattered.
