He was supposed to meet Brigid that night, at 8:30, at their spot by the river, at that quiet place between downtown and the suburbs, where the path along the river is less crowded, and trees provide a bit of privacy. It’s where they used to sometimes meet, when they were having their short, misguided, and messy affair. She had called him that day, the day of the accident, at his office, and asked him to meet her—she wouldn’t tell him why.
