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"Ashley's sick today, honey", her mother said. "You can stop over after school to see her if you want." "Okay. Tell her I hope she feels better", Megan called, and skipped off. It was only four blocks to school, a distance Megan traveled every morning, usually with Mindy. But today Megan would not get that far. Indeed, little Megan would never get to school.
7:35 a.m. He looked calm, but hardly felt that way. His hands thrummed nervously on the steering wheel as he waited. He had chosen the street purposely because all the houses were either abandoned or occupied by low-income types who slept all day. He also knew that the young girls often came this way.
He'd watched them for weeks now. Sometimes they came in pairs or groups, sometimes alone. He wanted to get one alone, lure her in or get her close enough. Then...oh yes, then! Suddenly, he spotted her. There were no other cars on the street--fortune was smiling at him. Forcing himself to stay calm, he shifted into drive.
She was young, pretty--he'd seen her before, a gorgeous little redhead. Shapely legs, a slim figure, the way he liked them. And young. Especially young. Smiling, he pulled up alongside the curb. 5:00 p.m. Friday, May 5
Mrs. Reynolds glanced at the clock and then the dinner table, then to the phone. Megan knew to be home by dinner, or at least call. She was always such a good girl. Always on time, always polite. Deciding maybe she'd gotten carried away playing and lost track of the time, she picked up the phone and dialed the Carter's house. After two rings Mrs. Carter picked up.
"Bev? Hi, it's June. Is Megan there?" "No June. I expected her to stop by tonight after school, but she never did. Ashley's been sick all day and--" "Did you see her this morning?", June asked. "Yes, about her usual time. Why?"
"She's late for dinner. I'll try her other friends." A frantic fifteen minutes later, June was dialing the police. She'd tried all of Ashley's friends and even the school, to no avail. She was beginning to fear the worst.
Living in a small town like Harper's Falls, June never felt she had to fear the usual things most people did. She'd told Megan maybe once not to talk to strangers, a few years back. The town was simply too friendly and she felt too safe to worry.
Now she was. After giving a description of Ashley to the officer on the line, she had to sit and wait for another officer to come over and take a statement. He arrived not five minutes later. He was young, with acne still on his face, and hardly looked a day past nineteen.
"Alright, ma'am, I need a full description", he said in a very businesslike tone. "She's 7, four feet three inches and about sixty pounds, with waist length red hair and blue eyes. She had on a short sleeved dark blue dress with a floral pattern, white ankle socks and black buckle shoes. She was carrying a pink umbrella."
The officer jotted it all down. "You looked around for her? You know how kids are", he said. "Yes!", June almost shouted. "It isn't like Megan to not call if she's going to be late. I'm afraid..." "Yep, looks like a kidnapping", the young officer said. "Some pervert probably snatched her off the street, tied her up and he's raping her. We'll probably find her dead in a field someplace."
June blinked a couple of times. Had he actually just said that? Weren't police supposed to be sympathetic and understanding? "Excuse me, but this is my daughter we're talking about here!", June screamed.
"Yes ma'am", the young officer sighed. "And we'll look for her, I promise." He touched the brim of his hat and walked out. June remained where she was, gaping. 5:43 pm. Friday, May 5 Officer Brig climbed into his cruiser and radioed in the information, a sick smile crossing his face. He'd loved the look on the woman's face, enjoyed it. It was one reason he'd become a cop. Being a born sadist, he just loved to upset people.