What We Once Were

Chapter 20.

Greyson had never driven so fast through town to get to work. When he pulled into the parking lot, he saw that Bridget's car was still there, meaning that if she wasn't inside right now, someone must've taken her while she was walking into the office or while she was working.

Panic induced Greyson sprinted through the doors and appeared at Glenn's side. Who was standing near the tarnished murder board with a message written in red. Greyson's heart stopped and he prayed that the red was paint and not blood.

You've got until 8:00 tonight or she's mine. The signature was signed with the three symbols carved into the three girls on the wall.

"Greyson, who the hell did this?" Glenn demanded in a low undertone.

"Would I be here if I didn't know?!" He snapped.

"Sorry, I'm just worried about her."

"You have no idea." Greyson muttered so only he heard it.

He took a step towards the board and with quivering fingers he touched the red writing. When they made contact with the red liquid, tears stung in Greyson's eyes as the warm blood tainted his fingers. "It's...not paint." He stuttered.

Glenn was quiet, "I was running late this morning, I shouldn't have taken the long way this morning." He confessed.

"It's not your fault. I should've had her meet me. That was stupid of me."

"I think you and I both know that she wouldn't have met you anywhere but here." Glenn chuckled sadly, so did Greyson. They both knew that was true.

"She must've figured out something or else the kidnapper wouldn't have done something this drastic." Greyson thought aloud.

"But what? There's barely any connection between the girls at all." Glenn observed, squinting his brow at the board.

"They were all cheerleaders. One was the captain, one of them was a genius and the other was dating the shady outsider." Greyson said, letting his thoughts spill out into the open.

"Sounds like you and her." Glenn smirked.

"What do you mean?"

"She was dating the shady outsider? That was you and her back in high school."

Greyson's eyes widened. What if the motive wasn't to get back at the girls, but to link them to a single person? "Bridget was one of the managers of the cheer team her senior year with Viviana." Greyson remembered.

"She was a kid genius too. Bridget had better grades than anyone that school had seen in a long time." Glenn added, also remembering his days in school with them.

"Glenn, all of these girls that were murdered don't have anything in common with each other....but they all have something in common with Bridget." Greyson observed.

He raced to Bridget's desk and rummaged through her messy cabinets and files. He found the three pictures of the girls and stared at them for the millionth time. Colleen was beautiful, with her pretty blonde hair and her blue eyes. Becky always had her hair in a braid, her style with the knit sweaters and high waisted jeans was exactly like Bridget's style back in high school. Alison had similar blue and green eyes that Bridget had and they both had the same body build. Every one of them had a little bit of Bridget in them.

"It couldn't have been Jude!" Greyson announced suddenly.

Glenn looked at Greyson like he'd grown two heads. "What?"

"It can't be Jude, he doesn't fit the description. And it's not Patricia, she doesn't have a killer bone in her body." Greyson scrambled around, searching for the picture of the last suspect. He found it torn in half and he held up the pieces to Glenn. "It's Daxton Garcia. Daxton killed the girls. Every one of the girls has either a trait or a similarity to Bridget. During his questioning he showed us that he has these blips of rage where he blacks out. He has the capabilities and had connections with all of them before they were killed. Not to mention that he's always had this weird obsession with Bridget since elementary school." Greyson dropped the picture and paced back and forth.