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“My teenage daughter is missing. I can’t reach her on the phone; I’ve been driving around for hours trying to find her. I think I have to file a missing person’s report.”
Life really goes to shit when everyone thinks you killed your girlfriend.
Name: Lola Elizabeth Scott Age: 17 Hair color: Dark brown Eye color: Green Last seen: 10:55pm on September 29th at the Willamette River boat launch in Washington City
“You know, something about you looks so familiar. I can’t put my finger on it.”
Max leans over from the driver’s seat. “Get in, losers, we’re going sleuthing.”
What if he’s not my dad? What if I’m not Mary? What if that’s not my name?
“Mrs. Hooper?” I whisper. He looks up at me, eyes wide. “You know her?” “No. But the guy upstairs killed her husband.”
The man who killed so many helpless girls was bested by a seventeen-year-old nationally ranked softball star in his own house.
