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Personally, he figured they'd never find the girl. If they did, she'd be dead anyway. The idea of it turned him on, a lot. Brig was not just a sadist, but a pedophile, too. In his opinion, little girls were just sex toys, meant to be used and thrown away. By thrown away, he meant killing them. Brig loved snuff films for that reason. He'd yet to kill a kid himself, but he'd raped his share of little girls. He was one mean bastard.
He was about to pull out when June rushed out with a photo. "Here. It was taken last week", she said, handing it to him through his partly open window. Brig took it with a nod and examined it. What he saw turned him on. Megan was wearing a short sleeved white dress in it, and the skirt was short enough to see lots of thigh. If you looked closely, you could see up her skirt. That gave him a raging hardon. He needed to let it off. Yeah, tonight he'd do just that. He got off duty in a hour. Then he'd go hunt up a little girl, maybe just like Megan. He'd play bad cop and use her like a rag doll. Of course, he wouldn't do it here. The city was nearby. He'd go there. Nobody'd notice. Nobody ever did.
7:01 p.m. Friday, May 5 The house was filled with people. All of June's and Bill's friends had come over to help out anyway they could. An FBI agent and an officer from the state police were there, as well as an officer from the Harper's Falls police department. None of them talked like Officer Brigs. June was glad for that. At the same time, she didn't mention Brig's behavior.
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The police had canvassed the neighborhood, and along with volunteers, had spent the last two hours searching, but there was no sign of Megan. One man--someone the police called "hardly credible"--had reported seeing Megan talking a man in a burgundy car. There had been a few sick prank calls, none of which checked out, from people wanting ransom for Megan.
All the while June was thinking about her own childhood. How one day she had been lured into a car by "a nice man" and his "wife" who had tied her up and used her preteen body for sex before finally letting her go. It bothered her she'd never considered it could happen here....
CHAPTER 2--THE KIDNAPPING 7:38 a.m. Friday, May 5 It wasn't raining hard, but Megan kept her umbrella up anyway as she skipped along the sidewalk on her way to school. She wished Ashley were there to talk to.
As she turned the corner, a big, burgundy car, like her daddy drove, pulled onto the street and up to the curb. The passenger door beside her opened. "Excuse me", called the driver, and Megan stopped politely. He looked like a nice man, pretty old though. His hair was gray and his face was wrinkled, but he was smiling and his gray eyes looked friendly.
"I was wondering if you might like a ride to school. I'm going that way to see my niece", he said to her. "You could show me the way." Megan thought it over. It was starting to get windy, and the umbrella couldn't keep all the rain out. Yet she had heard you shouldn't get in cars with strangers.
"Um, it's not far, just two blocks up", she said. "Why don't you get in and show me?", the man offered. "I'll give you some candy." "I'd better not", Megan sighed. Suddenly the man looked angry. He slid across the seat toward her. "Get in", he snapped.
Megan stood there, frozen, as he started to slide closer to her. 7:30 p.m. Friday, May 5 Officer Brigs was off duty and out of uniform, but he still had his badge and cuffs. He also had his gun--a small, unregistered pistol he figured he might need tonight. He wanted cunt, and young cunt at that.
Driving the thirty miles from Harper's Ferry to the nearby city of Carlton, he'd fantasized about what was probably happening to little Megan Reynolds. He imagined some stranger tearing the girl's short blue dress off of her young body and slamming his cock hard into her tiny body. He almost came just thinking about it.
He hunted in Carlton about once a month, frequenting playgrounds and one of the two shopping malls, looking for young meat. He'd gotten mostly girls in their early teens so far, with a sprinkling of younger girls thrown in. Carlton was a big place but one of the poorer cities, so it wasn't unusual that a girl should be raped and couldn't remember who'd attacked her (he always made sure she couldn't, one way or another).
Tonight he was frequenting the playground near the elementary school. The rain had kept most of the kids away, but a few boys were playing basketball and a couple of young girls were on the merry-go-round. Those two he had his eyes on.