Читать книгу The Arsonist's Song Has Nothing to Do With Fire - Allison Titus - Страница 25
ОглавлениеVivian Merritt Foster was working at the candle factory the night she disappeared, ladling paraffin wax into pillar molds on the late shift. At precisely eleven minutes past the hour, witnesses reported a visitor approaching the east entrance. Cameras recorded a figure exiting the facility twenty minutes later, unaccompanied, just a flash there and gone against the background of asphalt and chainlink. According to the manager on duty, Vivian had gone on break just before midnight, twenty-five minutes before the unknown visitor appeared on camera. When the night crew left, the sky was pitch black and Vivian was still gone. A cool, persistent breeze stirred the leaves on their branches, silkened the skin of the workers’ short-sleeved arms as they spilled out across the parking lot. As they patted down pockets and handbags, looking for their keys.
