He headed to their tree house again hoping she will be there when he stumbled across a disturbing figure.
“It was reeking so badly so I was about to retreat from the scene. That was when I noticed the scarf I gifted last Christmas.”
“That was the first time I've ever seen a dead body...and it was my best friend. It suddenly became harder to breathe. I couldn’t move. I stood there in silence for a long time.”
His lips trembled as tears of pain raced down his cheeks. The smell and sight of it made him convulsed at first. Then his expression collapsed into fear and heartbreak. Her parents had lodged a police report on their missing daughter. She was raped and murdered.
Little did he know, Amanda was one of many unfortunate victims. Cases have been piling up around his town, all of which revolves around a similar modus operandi.
Worst of all, the unsub was never apprehended. She remains but a memory.
“I couldn’t even say my goodbyes. The last words we exchanged were ‘See you next week…’”
He hated that he couldn’t be there for her and for not being able to help when she needed most.