The young woman jostles in her seat, fighting the heat rising beneath her skin. She shoots a burst of glances around the carriage—seemingly consciou... she's becoming publicly aroused. Tense, Aria's hands clasp in a ball over the front of her skirt, pressing down towards the warmth. She imagines the young woman's thighs gliding past her ears and her face colliding with that pink stripe. With a stiffened tongue, she stuffs the flimsy material inside her.The taste of blood punctures Aria's. "Hi, Mr. Davenport," Anna said, "we brought some lunch." Hey, Anna, nice to see you," Steven's dad said walking over to her,"thanks for the food. How's practice for the pageant going?" He's doing OK, not really used to it all yet, but I'm sure he'll beready by the pageant."While they were talking Steven walked in."Hey dad," he said closing the door."Oh hey Steven," his dad said picking up a pink gown, "I've been goingthrough some more of your mother's stuff in the garage and I found this. It. When not kissing, she’d smile with her eyes ajar, immersed in what they were living. It was obvious to him that she was happy about it, that she had gotten what she wanted, and that made him even more confident to assure her of what he wanted, see her reaction.“I wish I could take you to bed,” he let out, breathing heavily.“You can…” she whispered.“I don’t think it would look good on us if our parents find out, especially on you,” Daniel pointed out with a grin, sounding quite serious.“I don’t. .” began Brad.“Asphyxiated,” said the doctor/coroner.“I’ll know more when I get her back to the office. She hasn’t been dead more than six or eight hours.”“But why would someone do this? Kill her and then torture the body?” mused Brad.“Maybe to make it look like one of the other killings,” speculated Linda. She realized her mind was going numb. She needed rest but she knew there would be no rest until this sadistic killer was caught.“Brad, what about... ?”“Roger Mansfield? He left town two days.