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abducted by two men in a car, brutally assaulted and left for dead on Black Pond Road, an isolated area approximately ten miles east of River's End. The victim was sixteen years old at the time.
Says Waters, "The two men have never been identified. My birth mother spent eight months in hospital in a coma, and died just five days after giving me life. I've read all the write-ups that appeared in this paper at the time, and it seems to me not much effort was made to find her killers."
Naomi Waters vows to correct that injustice. She is determined to find her mother's killers and bring them to justice.
She is asking for the public's help. If anyone has any information …"
There was more in the sidebar, the location of the abduction, other quotes from people, more sparse details lifted from the articles she'd taken in to him. He'd also gotten a quote from a Sergeant Graham Nelson. "It was a difficult case at the time," he said. "The victim was chosen randomly and those are the hardest cases to solve. There were simply no clues to follow."
They didn't look hard enough, Naomi thought. More quotes from her and those who were interviewed back then. Naomi closed her eyes for moment. Were her killers reading this story, too? she wondered. Are they looking at my picture? I must come as a big surprise to them. God, she hoped so. She hoped they were shaking in their evil skins right now. And she was suddenly very glad the paper had carried the story. She was feeling better about things.
It was well-written. No errors or omissions, no twisting of words for dramatic purpose. Not that it needed it. Understated, letting the facts speak for themselves. At her insistence, he'd added both her phone number and email at the end. She thought about his warnings. 'You never know what kind of sickos are out there.'
That was kind of the point, wasn't it? Ferreting the two scumbags out from under their rocks.
She set the paper aside. "Well, Molly, what's your guess? Think we'll rattle some cages?" she asked, mixing her metaphors. Molly blinked up at her from her patch of sunlight on the floor by the window. "You know everything, don't you?" Naomi chuckled. "You are so smart." Molly gave her face a quick wash and went back to sleep.
The phone rang and her heart jumped, the smile vanishing from her face as she sprinted to answer it. "Hello."
"How dare you?" came the familiar voice, her aunt's venom oozing through the phone line, tying Naomi's stomach in knots. Old head tapes played on cue and she mentally braced herself for the onslaught. You are not a child, she reminded herself, even though her aunt could still take her back there with a look or a word. At Frank's prodding, she'd almost managed to put the woman out of her mind. Putting her out of her life was another matter entirely. But she should have expected this reaction from Edna. She didn't think I'd have the guts to go to the paper. And maybe I just don't give a damn anymore what she thinks. It hadn't been her intention to embarrass anyone, but if that was part of the cost, well … tough….
She could hang up, but best to let her rant. Get it all out.
"How dare you drag our family through your own muck...?" Edna was saying over Naomi's thoughts, sounding like she was breathing fire and burning up with her own fuel. "Who the hell do you think you—"
"I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable for you, Aunt Edna. Isn't this what you wanted? For the truth to be told?" This she said calmly with a perverse satisfaction, surprising herself. "As I recall, you were quite adamant about that."
"You ungrateful little … My sister took you in and gave you a home. Damn little half-breed. You are nothing, a spawn of Satan. You…."
Unable to listen to more, Naomi hung up. Not banging the receiver down, she hurt too much for that, but placing it gently in its cradle. To hell with you, Aunt Edna. But her hands were shaking and she had to fight back the tears. Her mother wasn't here as a buffer
Says Waters, "The two men have never been identified. My birth mother spent eight months in hospital in a coma, and died just five days after giving me life. I've read all the write-ups that appeared in this paper at the time, and it seems to me not much effort was made to find her killers."
Naomi Waters vows to correct that injustice. She is determined to find her mother's killers and bring them to justice.
She is asking for the public's help. If anyone has any information …"
There was more in the sidebar, the location of the abduction, other quotes from people, more sparse details lifted from the articles she'd taken in to him. He'd also gotten a quote from a Sergeant Graham Nelson. "It was a difficult case at the time," he said. "The victim was chosen randomly and those are the hardest cases to solve. There were simply no clues to follow."
They didn't look hard enough, Naomi thought. More quotes from her and those who were interviewed back then. Naomi closed her eyes for moment. Were her killers reading this story, too? she wondered. Are they looking at my picture? I must come as a big surprise to them. God, she hoped so. She hoped they were shaking in their evil skins right now. And she was suddenly very glad the paper had carried the story. She was feeling better about things.
It was well-written. No errors or omissions, no twisting of words for dramatic purpose. Not that it needed it. Understated, letting the facts speak for themselves. At her insistence, he'd added both her phone number and email at the end. She thought about his warnings. 'You never know what kind of sickos are out there.'
That was kind of the point, wasn't it? Ferreting the two scumbags out from under their rocks.
She set the paper aside. "Well, Molly, what's your guess? Think we'll rattle some cages?" she asked, mixing her metaphors. Molly blinked up at her from her patch of sunlight on the floor by the window. "You know everything, don't you?" Naomi chuckled. "You are so smart." Molly gave her face a quick wash and went back to sleep.
The phone rang and her heart jumped, the smile vanishing from her face as she sprinted to answer it. "Hello."
"How dare you?" came the familiar voice, her aunt's venom oozing through the phone line, tying Naomi's stomach in knots. Old head tapes played on cue and she mentally braced herself for the onslaught. You are not a child, she reminded herself, even though her aunt could still take her back there with a look or a word. At Frank's prodding, she'd almost managed to put the woman out of her mind. Putting her out of her life was another matter entirely. But she should have expected this reaction from Edna. She didn't think I'd have the guts to go to the paper. And maybe I just don't give a damn anymore what she thinks. It hadn't been her intention to embarrass anyone, but if that was part of the cost, well … tough….
She could hang up, but best to let her rant. Get it all out.
"How dare you drag our family through your own muck...?" Edna was saying over Naomi's thoughts, sounding like she was breathing fire and burning up with her own fuel. "Who the hell do you think you—"
"I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable for you, Aunt Edna. Isn't this what you wanted? For the truth to be told?" This she said calmly with a perverse satisfaction, surprising herself. "As I recall, you were quite adamant about that."
"You ungrateful little … My sister took you in and gave you a home. Damn little half-breed. You are nothing, a spawn of Satan. You…."
Unable to listen to more, Naomi hung up. Not banging the receiver down, she hurt too much for that, but placing it gently in its cradle. To hell with you, Aunt Edna. But her hands were shaking and she had to fight back the tears. Her mother wasn't here as a buffer
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