The Akron Beacon Journal had printed several photos of the area, as well as a map pinpointing the exact location, so they expected to find a crowd when they arrived. They drove down a winding road for several miles and eventually came upon the spot. It was somewhat more obscure and out of the way than they had imagined, but they knew they had found it when they turned a bend and came upon a single police car parked in front of an opening between two boulders that were decorated with the now-familiar yellow crime-scene tape. The media had apparently moved on to the next juicy story, and so Mitch and Carolyn were alone with the police officer who was assigned to the site, save for one other car. He turned out to be the same uniformed policeman they had met the other day at Danny and Rachel’s house.

Officer Ellis seemed relieved to have some company, and unlike at their previous meeting, was quite talkative. Because he knew Carolyn and Mitch were close friends of the family, he allowed them to walk to the edge of the cliff and peer over the precipice. The impression from the impact of the Escalade was fairly obvious, but the vehicle had been removed, and after just a few days the image was already somewhat obscured by leaves and other greenery. By next spring, the spot where Danny’s car had settled would be an overgrown jumble of weeds and branches, and by the end of the decade, a new subdivision would be under construction and the Turner murders mythologized into just another local legend. But at this moment they were still very raw.

The officer gestured toward the pathway between the two large boulders.

“The owners of the quarry have agreed to put a metal fence between the two rocks. They’re afraid this might become one of those popular places for people to come and, ya know—”

“Drive or jump off? You mean sort of like the Golden Gate Bridge,” replied Mitch, ever the architect.

“Yeah, I guess that sort of thing,” Ellis replied. “Out here, it’ll probably also become one of those places where teenagers congregate when they’re bored on a Friday night and dare one another to do stupid things. It’s a pretty steep drop. It will be tempting to kids with nothing better to do,” he said, scratching his head.

Mitch noticed Carolyn clutching one of the boulders and leaning over to stare into the ravine. He hustled over to grab her. “Whoa, honey, that’s not a safe place at all.” There was something about the look in her eye that scared Mitch, so he pulled her back. She broke free, fell to her knees on the gravel, and started pounding the ground.

“Why, Danny? Why? Why? Why?”