he didn’t want sex, what was his motive?
It could be a woman.
Although the percentage of women serial killers was so small that that scenario wasn’t likely. But it was possible.
So far, they hadn’t had a single person come forward claiming to have seen one of the abductions.
The person who’d taken Kelly had been smart and used texts to lure her to an isolated area. Maybe he’d done that with the others, as well. But he would have had to send the text as someone the girls trusted.
“The high school ring in her hand,” Amanda said, thinking out loud. “That must be significant. Most of us stopped wearing them once we went to college.”
“Right. That’s normal.”
“Kelly and Raymond planned the wedding shortly after the reunion so old friends could attend.” Amanda’s stomach roiled. “And with everyone coming back into town, that means the killer might be looking for another victim now.”
* * *
S UZY T URNER HAD to die next.
She had been nothing but a two-faced, lying slut. Had stolen other girls’ boyfriends and lied to her friends’ faces. She’d worn short skirts to show off her long legs and tops that were three sizes too small and dipped down to her navel so all the guys would be drawn to her chest.
Yes, she had wanted attention, had craved having a trail of guys lusting after her and she’d teased them unmercifully, then made fools out of them so everyone in school would know.
The teenagers these days, the bullies, often showed up at school with guns and wiped innocents out while they exacted their revenge on the guilty and the ones who stood by and let it all come to pass.
But that wasn’t the plan here. The plan was to eliminate the ones who’d been cruel. The ones who’d humiliated the geeks and nerds, the guys who hadn’t been born with muscles and impeccable looks.
Yes, Suzy had been a bad, bad girl.
The door to her house stood open. She had a pool in back. She was out there now, skinny-dipping as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Little did she know that it would be her last swim.
Tonight she would say goodbye to her pitiful life. And all the world would be better that she was gone.
Chapter Seven
Justin didn’t like the direction of his thoughts.
He jumped into his vehicle, antsy with the latest revelations. If someone was targeting young women from Sunset Mesa, especially ones around Amanda’s age, then she might be in danger.
They needed to figure out the suspect’s motive. Were there specific women being targeted or were all of the women who’d attended the local school in jeopardy?
For God’s sake, with the reunion in less than a week, the kidnapper/killer could be stalking his next victim. And if that was the case, they would be hearing about another missing woman—or finding another body—soon.
He couldn’t let Amanda out of his sight.
But if the unsub was targeting specific females from Canyon High, they needed to figure out the reason he was choosing those particular victims.
“We need to look at all the victims again, detail everything we know about them and see if there’s a pattern. If they fit a type.”
“They were all popular, well-liked cheerleaders, on the dance team, or color guard.” Amanda frowned as she buckled her seat belt.
“So our killer doesn’t like cheerleaders or dancers? That seems thin.” Justin tapped his foot. “Was there any one male or female who hated all of them for some reason?”
“Not that I can think of. Of course there were typical girl rivalries but nothing that stands out.”
“Like the bus accident in Camden Crossing?”
“Exactly. That incident changed the town. There were a lot of angry parents and friends. No one suspected that the soccer coach had been sexually harassing and assaulting the girls on his team.”
Justin contemplated her statement as he veered onto the road leading to the apartment complex where Sumter lived. “How about any parties where things went wrong? Drugs? Kids
It could be a woman.
Although the percentage of women serial killers was so small that that scenario wasn’t likely. But it was possible.
So far, they hadn’t had a single person come forward claiming to have seen one of the abductions.
The person who’d taken Kelly had been smart and used texts to lure her to an isolated area. Maybe he’d done that with the others, as well. But he would have had to send the text as someone the girls trusted.
“The high school ring in her hand,” Amanda said, thinking out loud. “That must be significant. Most of us stopped wearing them once we went to college.”
“Right. That’s normal.”
“Kelly and Raymond planned the wedding shortly after the reunion so old friends could attend.” Amanda’s stomach roiled. “And with everyone coming back into town, that means the killer might be looking for another victim now.”
* * *
S UZY T URNER HAD to die next.
She had been nothing but a two-faced, lying slut. Had stolen other girls’ boyfriends and lied to her friends’ faces. She’d worn short skirts to show off her long legs and tops that were three sizes too small and dipped down to her navel so all the guys would be drawn to her chest.
Yes, she had wanted attention, had craved having a trail of guys lusting after her and she’d teased them unmercifully, then made fools out of them so everyone in school would know.
The teenagers these days, the bullies, often showed up at school with guns and wiped innocents out while they exacted their revenge on the guilty and the ones who stood by and let it all come to pass.
But that wasn’t the plan here. The plan was to eliminate the ones who’d been cruel. The ones who’d humiliated the geeks and nerds, the guys who hadn’t been born with muscles and impeccable looks.
Yes, Suzy had been a bad, bad girl.
The door to her house stood open. She had a pool in back. She was out there now, skinny-dipping as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Little did she know that it would be her last swim.
Tonight she would say goodbye to her pitiful life. And all the world would be better that she was gone.
Chapter Seven
Justin didn’t like the direction of his thoughts.
He jumped into his vehicle, antsy with the latest revelations. If someone was targeting young women from Sunset Mesa, especially ones around Amanda’s age, then she might be in danger.
They needed to figure out the suspect’s motive. Were there specific women being targeted or were all of the women who’d attended the local school in jeopardy?
For God’s sake, with the reunion in less than a week, the kidnapper/killer could be stalking his next victim. And if that was the case, they would be hearing about another missing woman—or finding another body—soon.
He couldn’t let Amanda out of his sight.
But if the unsub was targeting specific females from Canyon High, they needed to figure out the reason he was choosing those particular victims.
“We need to look at all the victims again, detail everything we know about them and see if there’s a pattern. If they fit a type.”
“They were all popular, well-liked cheerleaders, on the dance team, or color guard.” Amanda frowned as she buckled her seat belt.
“So our killer doesn’t like cheerleaders or dancers? That seems thin.” Justin tapped his foot. “Was there any one male or female who hated all of them for some reason?”
“Not that I can think of. Of course there were typical girl rivalries but nothing that stands out.”
“Like the bus accident in Camden Crossing?”
“Exactly. That incident changed the town. There were a lot of angry parents and friends. No one suspected that the soccer coach had been sexually harassing and assaulting the girls on his team.”
Justin contemplated her statement as he veered onto the road leading to the apartment complex where Sumter lived. “How about any parties where things went wrong? Drugs? Kids
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