Gravel crunched underfoot sounding a rhythm as Casey ran the river trail. The sun blazed down, turning what should have been a cool fall day into very late summer scorcher that pulled sweat from every pore of the lone trail runner.
Just a couple more miles to the bridge and cool shade by the water.
At the bridge Casey drank water from a reusable bottle and stretched the legs out before sitting on a pile of large, cool rocks to rest in the refreshingly moist river air.
Casey never saw who lay behind the rocks until it was too late.
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