I imagined Lavon's dark hands were on me. What did it matter that I lusted after him. He was fucking sexy, and I would never see him again.Then I real...zed my vibrator wasn't the only thing buzzing.I froze. All thoughts of finishing myself off were erased from my mind. I opened my eyes and turned off the vibrator, senses on red alert. The other buzzing continued. A wasp was flying around, bouncing against the ceiling, looking for a way out, or just maybe his next victim. I flew off the bed. "No. She's missing school today as well and I can't get a straight answer from them where she is and when she'll be back. I have a gut feeling that she may know something that Bentley is trying to hide. We're trying to find her now. She'll turn up somewhere, I'm sure."I leaned back in my chair and exhaled. Life was getting complicated once more and I was worried for Dory. I could see she was under stress, but there was little I could do for her except stay close and comfort her. We didn't have. I now knew with absolute certainty that I wouldn’t survive if I didn’t go as far away from there as I could, without ever turning back. I knew, because I had seen my death in picture after picture, film after film. I had seen one blonde girl after another being used, abused and killed in one vicious, colorful statement after the other. And I had heard my husband’s accompanying words describing every little thing he had done, every little thing he would soon be doing to me. I ran to the first. On the other three machines she set up searches for runaway blond males aged fourteen to sixteen beginning the previous five years and adjusting the age upward one year as the search progressed forward a year.Over a hundred shootings involving white males over the past thirty days. No wonder she had been so busy when she worked as a public defender. She narrowed the search to where the victim was a white male blond. She blushed furiously as she envisioned where she had verified his "blondness.".