"Jace," she said in a tentative voice, "care to tell me what's bothering you?" Nothing," he answered without so much as a glance at her.Melinda fell s...lent. Jace eased from the road onto the old Lawson place. He parked before a rickety old gate and climbed from the car, camera in hand. Melinda followed, remembering the old barn that stood just beyond sight of the barn over a grassy hill."Is it me?" Melinda asked when they climbed the fence and started toward the barn. "Is it my being here?". Did that dumb bitch actually call the police to his friend. Eddie had only been being Eddie. He was used to it and Heather might as well get used to it too. He heard voices and then the crackle of a radio and a few minutes more he heard a different kind of siren. The cops must have called an ambulance for Eddie. He cradled Eddies head. Hold on buddy…help is on the way. Then he heard the voices recede and all was quite . Then he heard heavy footsteps and looked up to see a man in a policemans. His server was an African-American woman in her late 20s. The short video I shot there confirmed what I had thought at the time. He had a pleasant demeanor that gave no hint of racial bias.But the way he watched her, studied her. It took me a moment to flash on an old recollection ... Folsom reminded me of a panther that I had once seen in the Kansas City zoo. I was watching it because the way it moved — so smooth and easy and graceful — reminded me of Vanessa. Back when I was first getting to. I pick it up. It is my friend again. ‘Reach under your seat.’ He commands. I do, and I find a plastic bag with a strap-on butterfly toy inside. ‘Did you find it?’ The toy in my hand, how did he get this in my car? I wonder. “yes I have it.” ‘Put it on when you get to the parking lot and make sure the butterfly is nice and snug against your clit, understand?’ ‘Yes, yes I understand” the conversation ends again. I make it too the parking garage, look down at my borrowed, I’m sure, toy. ‘very.