The boardwalk zig-zagged through the titi forest, high above a saw palmetto marsh. Dragonflies hummed through the humid air and green anoles skittered from shadow to shadow seeking refuge from the blistering sun.
With luck, she would have the trails to herself. The park was merely a bump in the road, hidden from plain view unless you knew where to look. She chose it because of its obscurity. She would need freedom from interference.
She strolled to the end of the walkway where it extended out over the bayou.
This would do she thought. No one will find the body.