happeningâagain. She wanted nothing more than to just back off and let the officers do their jobs.
What was it about her that couldnât walk away and let someone else be in charge? Sarah hadnât meant to get involved with her sisterâs case. Why was it always she who exposed the missing link in her superiorsâ cases?
Something in her gut told her she had happened upon information now that could change the course of the investigation, but how was she going to trust that information to anyone else?
The online community might not have anything to do with Bethâs assault, she mentally argued. Out of thirty thousand students on campus, less than a tenth of them had listings on the Coedspace Web site.
On the other hand, finding Bethâs name on Coedspace might be the break that they neededâ¦.
What would Sarah do if heâd found her sister again?
God, how could You let this happen to Beth? Why?
Sarah hadnât talked to God in years, and it probably wasnât a great way to get back in His good graces to challenge His authority. Still, Beth had devoted her life to Him. Where was He when sheâd needed Him most?
Sarah had tried her sisterâs cell phone so many times, she wondered if she needed to refresh the phoneâs memory. She entered the number again, hoping this time Beth would answer.
Sarah couldnât believe something else had happened. Criminals werenât generally the brightest candles in the box, but it wasnât uncommon for them to come back to watch their crime be discovered. She looked around, hoping heâd returned, though attacking at the victimâs home wasnât this perpâs pattern.
Maybe it was a copycatter? Or just a coincidence? Gangs had been tagging their territories lately.
Blood pulsed through her temples.
Sarah hit the send button again. Tired of leaving the same frantic message, she simply hung up when the voice mail message started.
Or was this suspect really targeting specific women?
She thought back to the last time she and Beth had talked. It had been two days since Sarah had reached her, not a machine, and about a day since sheâd received a message back. Long enough to file a missing person reportâ¦
Sarah wanted to believe this was simply a case of a stubborn sister trying to assert her independence, not that Beth was in danger. The flashing lights ahead of her said otherwise.
She watched Nick talk to the officer on duty. Eyeing his uniform shirt and Kevlar vest at her feet, she found her mind wandering to his situation. He was one of the best-looking eligible bachelors on the force. She couldnât believe some woman hadnât caught him yetâ¦.
Sarah wondered if her sister had a key to the house hidden anywhere. She pressed Send again, trying to pull her attention away from her forbidden attraction.
No answer.
Nick turned and looked in her direction, then disappeared into the alley next to Bethâs house.
That wasnât good. What was in the alley?
Please donât let it be Beth. Please, God, take care of my little sister.
Sarah dialed again, hoping it wouldnât be one of the officers who answered. The call immediately went to voice mail.
The next one she made had to be to her parents. She had to let them know something was wrong.
She half expected an ambulance to pull up at any moment. If theyâd found her sisterâ¦
Nick reappeared out of the shadows of the night and shook his head, then started walking toward her.
From the look on his face, she could tell he wasnât bearing good news. He walked up to her door, not his own. Another bad sign.
âThey need to talk to you.â
She shook her head. âWhat is it?â It was nearly two in the morning and this wasnât the kind of adrenaline rush she was used to. She hadnât been to sleep in almost twenty hours. Her body wanted to shut down, but her brain wasnât about to let her. Not until she found
What was it about her that couldnât walk away and let someone else be in charge? Sarah hadnât meant to get involved with her sisterâs case. Why was it always she who exposed the missing link in her superiorsâ cases?
Something in her gut told her she had happened upon information now that could change the course of the investigation, but how was she going to trust that information to anyone else?
The online community might not have anything to do with Bethâs assault, she mentally argued. Out of thirty thousand students on campus, less than a tenth of them had listings on the Coedspace Web site.
On the other hand, finding Bethâs name on Coedspace might be the break that they neededâ¦.
What would Sarah do if heâd found her sister again?
God, how could You let this happen to Beth? Why?
Sarah hadnât talked to God in years, and it probably wasnât a great way to get back in His good graces to challenge His authority. Still, Beth had devoted her life to Him. Where was He when sheâd needed Him most?
Sarah had tried her sisterâs cell phone so many times, she wondered if she needed to refresh the phoneâs memory. She entered the number again, hoping this time Beth would answer.
Sarah couldnât believe something else had happened. Criminals werenât generally the brightest candles in the box, but it wasnât uncommon for them to come back to watch their crime be discovered. She looked around, hoping heâd returned, though attacking at the victimâs home wasnât this perpâs pattern.
Maybe it was a copycatter? Or just a coincidence? Gangs had been tagging their territories lately.
Blood pulsed through her temples.
Sarah hit the send button again. Tired of leaving the same frantic message, she simply hung up when the voice mail message started.
Or was this suspect really targeting specific women?
She thought back to the last time she and Beth had talked. It had been two days since Sarah had reached her, not a machine, and about a day since sheâd received a message back. Long enough to file a missing person reportâ¦
Sarah wanted to believe this was simply a case of a stubborn sister trying to assert her independence, not that Beth was in danger. The flashing lights ahead of her said otherwise.
She watched Nick talk to the officer on duty. Eyeing his uniform shirt and Kevlar vest at her feet, she found her mind wandering to his situation. He was one of the best-looking eligible bachelors on the force. She couldnât believe some woman hadnât caught him yetâ¦.
Sarah wondered if her sister had a key to the house hidden anywhere. She pressed Send again, trying to pull her attention away from her forbidden attraction.
No answer.
Nick turned and looked in her direction, then disappeared into the alley next to Bethâs house.
That wasnât good. What was in the alley?
Please donât let it be Beth. Please, God, take care of my little sister.
Sarah dialed again, hoping it wouldnât be one of the officers who answered. The call immediately went to voice mail.
The next one she made had to be to her parents. She had to let them know something was wrong.
She half expected an ambulance to pull up at any moment. If theyâd found her sisterâ¦
Nick reappeared out of the shadows of the night and shook his head, then started walking toward her.
From the look on his face, she could tell he wasnât bearing good news. He walked up to her door, not his own. Another bad sign.
âThey need to talk to you.â
She shook her head. âWhat is it?â It was nearly two in the morning and this wasnât the kind of adrenaline rush she was used to. She hadnât been to sleep in almost twenty hours. Her body wanted to shut down, but her brain wasnât about to let her. Not until she found
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