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She then pulls her T-shirt over her head and says, “I have the cure.”
It’s been five years
But he wasn’t free. Not from the suspicions. Not from his own guilt over failing to protect her. Not from his inability to deliver the authorities one viable clue.
And there was the vision of two hands—each one missing the pinky finger—dragging Ryan out of the car.
Missouri River Killer. MRK admitted to slaughtering eight women he’d abducted in towns along the river but denied taking Ali.
Aiden and Jake, two other classmates
It’s Alison Lane’s car.
The YouTube video didn’t mention that the car was a BMW, and Laura drove a beat-up Honda.
“The bigger question is who are the two dead guys you found in it?”
Like they say, you’re only as happy as your least happy kid.
O’Leary shakes his head. “You work in my territory without permission, you don’t get any last words. You get what’s coming.” “His people are gonna hit back at us,” Chaz reminds him. “And I’ll be waiting.” With that, Chaz and O’Leary each grab an arm and throw the man overboard.
Alison was in the same class as Dash, two years ahead of Poppy.
Both stars: Dash and Dodge. It was only five years ago but feels like longer.
Dena, Diana, and Divya have evidently been awake for hours, Instagram ready with their contoured makeup that looks like they applied it while watching a tutorial from a Kardashian. These women are smart—top of the class at Georgetown Law—but get too caught up in social media, like everybody else, he supposes. Eddie calls them 3D.
Clayton and Marci, both bookish and who bicker like an old married couple.
The woman next to Poppy makes a tiny scoffing noise. She looks down at Poppy. “They never searched that lake.”
The sun is starting to come down, casting a yellow glow over the man. It’s hard to tell in the light, but the man appears to be staring right at him. Then the strangest thing: The man removes a glove and waves up at Ryan. He’s missing his pinky finger.
When police arrested MRK, a man named Benedict Cromwell, last year at a campsite along the river, they didn’t find Alison Lane. But there was a strand of hair on Cromwell’s sleeping bag. It was a long strand, and the sheriff had the wherewithal to run it against Alison’s DNA. And there was a hit.

