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gravel drive. “And because that girl in your class said so?”
“Yeah. I’ve never seen a live person in one of my shots. Well, not unless they were actually there, standing in front of me. You know what I mean.”
“What do you think happened?” he asked, keeping his eyes glued to the road in case a deer or other wild animal decided to try to play suicide games and jump out in front of the car.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled, staring off into the deep thicket of trees that surrounded the small road. “But I guess that’s what I am going to have to find out.”
A letter from her Aunt Sarah’s attorney was waiting for her at the cabin. Everything was out of probate now, and she could take control of the house if she so desired. He’d sent the keys. They were surprisingly light in her hand, considering the weight of her aunt’s personality.
Taryn wasn’t sure when she’d be able to get up there, or if she even wanted to go. Losing her aunt had been a huge blow, and had come at a terrible time when Andrew was always on her mind. The amount of guilt she felt over not spending more time with Sarah, or at least keeping in touch more regularly, couldn’t be measured.
Still, she couldn’t just ignore the house. She’d have to do something about the rambling structure, tucked away in the New Hampshire mountains. She hated the idea of selling it but was certain the amount of renovations it would need (Sarah had never been good about keeping stuff like that up) was more than Taryn was capable of doing–or affording. Of course, Matt had offered on more than one occasion to go with her and help her out, but this was really something she felt like she needed to do alone. She already let him do too much for her, from cooking dinner to taking time off work to stay with her in Georgia. She couldn’t expect more out of him, especially since they hadn’t defined their relationship yet.
She wasn’t real sure where she was supposed to start now. Should she talk to Thelma about her daughter? Nah, that would be crossing a line. She couldn’t just call her up and say, “Hey, so I heard your daughter disappeared on the property next to me. Want to fill me in?”
She didn’t want to bring it up in her class and have word get back to Thelma or other college administrators. That would come across as unprofessional and gossipy.
So what then?
Taryn sat bolt right up in her recliner and slapped herself on the forehead. Well, duh! Ye Olde Google was what she usually turned to first.
Turning the television off she sprinted back up the stairs and into the bedroom where Matt was going back over her pictures on her laptop. “Hey, you’re gonna get stiff sitting like that for too long,” she admonished.
“Well that sounds like fun,” he teased her but he did hold his arms up over his head and stretched. His neck cracked a couple of times from the effort. “I am in a little bit of pain, though. I should stop while I’m ahead.”
“Did you see anything we missed?”
“I don’t think so. I zoomed in on the house, thinking I might catch something, but I didn’t. Nothing in the woods, either. Just the girl.”
“Cheyenne,” Taryn supplied because, after all, the victim had a name.
“Right, Cheyenne. So did you need anything?”
“The computer, actually,” she answered. “I want to do some searching on the case. See what I can find out.”
“Good idea,” Matt agreed. “I’m going to go down and fix myself some cocoa. You want any?”
“Yes, please, and doctor mine with a little bit of Baileys if you could,” she smiled sweetly.
“One semi hot toddy coming up,” Matt sang as he sailed out of the room, leaving Taryn to the bed and computer.
It didn’t take her long to find answers. Simply typing in her name brought up at least a dozen news articles. Leaning back into the throw pillows and propping the laptop on her lap she began reading. The first article was written two days after she
“Yeah. I’ve never seen a live person in one of my shots. Well, not unless they were actually there, standing in front of me. You know what I mean.”
“What do you think happened?” he asked, keeping his eyes glued to the road in case a deer or other wild animal decided to try to play suicide games and jump out in front of the car.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled, staring off into the deep thicket of trees that surrounded the small road. “But I guess that’s what I am going to have to find out.”
A letter from her Aunt Sarah’s attorney was waiting for her at the cabin. Everything was out of probate now, and she could take control of the house if she so desired. He’d sent the keys. They were surprisingly light in her hand, considering the weight of her aunt’s personality.
Taryn wasn’t sure when she’d be able to get up there, or if she even wanted to go. Losing her aunt had been a huge blow, and had come at a terrible time when Andrew was always on her mind. The amount of guilt she felt over not spending more time with Sarah, or at least keeping in touch more regularly, couldn’t be measured.
Still, she couldn’t just ignore the house. She’d have to do something about the rambling structure, tucked away in the New Hampshire mountains. She hated the idea of selling it but was certain the amount of renovations it would need (Sarah had never been good about keeping stuff like that up) was more than Taryn was capable of doing–or affording. Of course, Matt had offered on more than one occasion to go with her and help her out, but this was really something she felt like she needed to do alone. She already let him do too much for her, from cooking dinner to taking time off work to stay with her in Georgia. She couldn’t expect more out of him, especially since they hadn’t defined their relationship yet.
She wasn’t real sure where she was supposed to start now. Should she talk to Thelma about her daughter? Nah, that would be crossing a line. She couldn’t just call her up and say, “Hey, so I heard your daughter disappeared on the property next to me. Want to fill me in?”
She didn’t want to bring it up in her class and have word get back to Thelma or other college administrators. That would come across as unprofessional and gossipy.
So what then?
Taryn sat bolt right up in her recliner and slapped herself on the forehead. Well, duh! Ye Olde Google was what she usually turned to first.
Turning the television off she sprinted back up the stairs and into the bedroom where Matt was going back over her pictures on her laptop. “Hey, you’re gonna get stiff sitting like that for too long,” she admonished.
“Well that sounds like fun,” he teased her but he did hold his arms up over his head and stretched. His neck cracked a couple of times from the effort. “I am in a little bit of pain, though. I should stop while I’m ahead.”
“Did you see anything we missed?”
“I don’t think so. I zoomed in on the house, thinking I might catch something, but I didn’t. Nothing in the woods, either. Just the girl.”
“Cheyenne,” Taryn supplied because, after all, the victim had a name.
“Right, Cheyenne. So did you need anything?”
“The computer, actually,” she answered. “I want to do some searching on the case. See what I can find out.”
“Good idea,” Matt agreed. “I’m going to go down and fix myself some cocoa. You want any?”
“Yes, please, and doctor mine with a little bit of Baileys if you could,” she smiled sweetly.
“One semi hot toddy coming up,” Matt sang as he sailed out of the room, leaving Taryn to the bed and computer.
It didn’t take her long to find answers. Simply typing in her name brought up at least a dozen news articles. Leaning back into the throw pillows and propping the laptop on her lap she began reading. The first article was written two days after she
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