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When Riley Tatum vanished twelve years ago, no one sounded an alarm. No one called the cops, gathered a search party, or posted flyers. She simply disappeared from the streets into an abyss. Swallowed whole. She should have died. Been long forgotten. But for reasons she didn’t understand, the darkness spat her out.
“What was Jax doing with Vicky all this time?” “He was pimping her out,” Sharp said. “Like a hooker?” “Exactly like that,” he said. “Damn.” “Don’t skip school,” Sharp cautioned. “The monsters love the girls that color outside the lines.” Rebecca looked at Riley. “He’s intense.” “He’s also right,” she said.
Monsters live on the streets, her mother used to say. They also lived in the house, though her mother never would admit it.
“I’ve texted you my cell number,” Andrews said. “If you have trouble with the injection site, call me. Don’t go to your doctor.” She fished her phone from her back pocket and glanced at the screen. “You texted my cell? I assume Bowman gave the number to you.” “I suppose that was one other way of getting it,” Andrews said.