“Me, you, Sam Gardener and that girl you were dating. What was she called now?”Another guy, broad with a shaved head, peered at the picture. “Th...t’s right, Claire, and oh, look, it’s Mr Broadhurst. The gym teacher.”“Yeah. Hey, Aaron, I wonder if he’s here. And Claire, it’d be fun to see her again.”Shaved headed Aaron looked around. “It sure would.” He was smirking and I wondered why. His gaze swept across me but didn’t stop. Of course, he had no idea who he was. “Tom, get drinks in for. Watches as she becomes an object of pleasure for a new lover.Chuckling as he breaks the kiss, the young guy sends Lucas out to get a bottle of wine, his tone is not kind.Feeling helpless, Lucas obliges. Dashing to the bar where the atmosphere was previously disturbing, it almost feels comfortable compared to the atmosphere in room 111. A few men hanging around, waiting to get laid, hoping tonight would be a good night for a pickup. One of them ahead of the pack, his arm around a blonde, his. Somehow, Hannah never came up in conversation. The sun had set before he was free to go. Detective Morris commanded, ‘Don’t leave town without checking in. If you can’t find a place to stay, you’re welcome to sleep in one of the cells tonight.’ Tom thanked him for the offer, but decided he’d rather sleep on the ground than inside a jail. Antler Forks was a typical tourist trap. The winter population of 1502 swelled to around 6000 in the summer. Neon and mercury vapor lit the streets and. “Kind of a cute accent though…are you English?” “Sorta,” I answered, more than happy to engage her in whatever conversation was on offer. “Australian actually Amy – well, I was born in Britain but have lived in Sydney, Australia since I was eighteen.” Right at that moment another family walked in, totally icing the momentum and sat down at the table opposite. I had the impression Amy’s preference was to stay and chat, though she muttered dutifully, “I’d better go get those people a.