They might have killed her and dumped her in the woods. Oh, God, please let her be okay.Ty began searching Jake's body, a task he was welcome to, whil... I made a circuit of the room. There was more here than I'd seen at first glance. Some sturdy cabinets held a few chipped plates and old pans. A dark blue Igloo cooler sat in the corner. The cooler held some ice, sandwich materials, and some bottled soda. Nothing useful.There had to be something more. There had to be! I slowly scanned the room,. In the fog: Violet, ruby lights flashing, caught inthe corner of an eye, the glow from dark windows only glimpsed beforethe blowing drops make me tear up, before the chill wind demands I bowbefore it. Violet and ruby sparkling in the dark wet of the foggystreet.The warmth of the entranceway momentary relief. I paused in thatcramped airlock between the chill of the streets and -- and what?A step.Dark in here, and warm; a wet warmth that makes glasses and mirrorssteam. I see a smear of violet. He would show up shortly after her parents would leave, and she would be in her room, with her phone on the counter. Frankly, the possibilities of what could happen with that phone were horrifying. But still, she was careless.That was not the only way she had increased his torment. She'd begun taking pictures more frequently than ever. Most evident, she had been denying him orgasm nearly every time they met. The first time he had entered her with his cock had been a month ago, and he had. The light changed, and we started across the street. She asked what my name was, and I told her."I'm Spyder, with a 'Y'," she said. "That's what my friends call me anyway."I smiled and nodded. We reached the other sidewalk, and I just kind of stood there, waiting for her to go on her way because I didn't her to know I knew about the short cut. When she asked which way I was going, I pointed my thumb down the street to the corner of the long way around."Over on Pleasant?" She sure was nosey."On.