Tom

“It was sometime in the winter of 1974 when Glenda,† a sixteen-year-old who lived on West Feemster, was pulling her curtains shut and happened to glance down, noticing a marbly, moon-shaped object in the bushes. Curious, she raised her bedroom window for a closer inspection. The moon-faced object returned her stare, a screwdriver clenched in its left hand.”
― Michelle McNamara, I'll Be Gone in the Dark