Page 44 of Christmas Presents


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“It’s not your fault, Maddie.”

But Maddie can’t go on. Harley stops the recording.

The path down to the river is slick with slush. He imagines her running from Evan, in pain, bleeding from her wounds, him chasing behind her, the sound of music and the lights from the house following her down the path. How terrified she must have been.

He feels his own heart start to thud.

He stands at the riverbank. The water rushes and babbles. The air is frigid, his hands going numb. Above, the sky is a curdled black and blue, the moon glowing behind cloud cover. The dead tree branches reach and scratch.

He takes out his phone and goes live. It takes a second but soon he sees his followers filing in, comments scrolling.

Omg! Where are you?

It’s so dark.

You’re so hot.

Marry me, Harley Granger.

He turns on the flash and sees his own washed-out face on the screen.

“Hey, guys,” he says. “Guess where I am?”

Haunted woods?

Hell?

I know where you are! You’re at the Handy House.

“That’s it. I’m on the riverbank where Madeline Martin was found near death almost ten years ago to the day. For the last couple months, I’ve been researching this story. Tomorrow, I will go to the state prison to interview Evan Handy, the man who was convicted for the murder of Stephanie Cramer, the attempted murder of Madeline Martin, and is suspected in the disappearance of Ainsley and Sam Wallace.”

He hears a sound behind him and turns to look. Nothing. Darkness.

Holy shit!

What was that?

Harley, I saw something move behind you.

Get out of there.

Someone call 911.

Harley ignores them. “I am convinced now that there’s more to this story,” he goes on. “Since the disappearance of Sam and Ainsley, three more women have gone missing—most recently twenty-two-year-old Lolly Morris. With what I’ve learned, I’m convinced that there was someone else here that night, that Evan Handy, if he was in fact the perpetrator, did not act alone. And that his accomplice may still be out there, preying on young women.”

That guy is a psycho. Let him fry.

You’re a hack.

Omg that’s so scary. There’s someone else out there.

Men suck.

They were all whores. Who cares what happened to those girls?

You’re a monster.

Ambulance chaser.

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