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Alana came by after school and I told her about it, then I cried in her arms until my tears ran dry. At least I have her and Mac. To them, I’m the same person I always was.
Even them, I’m ashamed to look in the eye.
May 10
It’s over.
Tim left me. I’m numb with pain.
And yet, I can barely think of him after what he showed me. There’s a website out there, with pictures of my naked body for everyone to see. They’re not real, but how would they know, when they don’t even bother to ask?
Tim didn’t ask. He just showed me the website, pale and shaking like a leaf. He had tears in his eyes, but he was glaring at me as if I’d done something wrong. He believes I did. He thinks I’ve slept with everyone but him.
He’s gone now.
But that horrible thing is still out there for anyone who wants to look.
Who could’ve done this to me? And why? Why me?
As I was leaving school today, someone asked me how much I charged for an hour.
An hour of what?
I didn’t dare to ask.
Kay’s phone came to life, startling her. She checked the screen and immediately picked up. It was Deputy Farrell.
“Talk to me,” she said, putting the phone on speaker and placing it on the desk.
“You’re not going to like this, Kay. Goodrow’s not here.”
“What do you mean he’s not there?” She sprung from her chair as if getting ready to storm out the door, and slammed her hands against the desk. “He was there!”
“I arrived at Alpine Subs at about eight thirty. The door was locked, the sign was off. No one knows where Dwayne Goodrow went. I asked hotel management, called his boss… she had no idea he was gone. Going to his address on record next. He lives on the other side of the mountain.”
“Do you have the yearbook?”
“Yeah, got that with me. I’ll show it to the chairlift operator before I head out to track Goodrow. I have a BOLO on his car already.”
“How about phone records for the entire list of names I gave you?”
“We should have them by noon, at the earliest.”
Kay scrunched her eyelids shut. “Keep me posted,” she said, slowly sitting down and ending the call.
This wasn’t happening.
The only man who could put Richard Gaskell with Jenna right before she was killed was now gone. Without his positive ID, there were not enough grounds for a warrant.
FORTY-ONE
GOODBYE
They didn’t make it to the bed at first. Littering the place with Alexandria’s clothes, he peeled them off ravenously, while she moaned and panted into his kisses. Her self-control was gone, vanished the moment she’d laid eyes on his firmly toned abs and the hardness resting against them.
With one sweep of his forearm, he cleared a section of the kitchen island countertop and lifted her there. The granite felt cold under her heated skin. Leaning her head backward and abandoning herself to him, she laughed, secretly aroused at the thought of having passionate sex on another woman’s granite countertop. Would she know? Would she feel it?
Later, they made it to the bed. She dozed off, satisfied and spent, in his strong arms. She woke up under a barrage of hungry kisses and exploring hands, and the fire she’d thought was out for a while rekindled to a blaze within seconds. This time, he took it slowly, playing with her until she begged for it.
