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DELILAH, TRISH, and DARRY RAN out the door, letting it slam behind them before Beverly, the waitress, could do anything about it. She was quick to follow them, eager to discover something new to talk about with her coworkers. Delilah departed from her new friends, looking over her car again with a feeling only describable as wariness. Everything seemed to be intact, though she noticed droplets of crimson liquid that were still wet.
She shivered. This killer left a trail of blood for her. She stepped away from her car and noticed it led a feet away before ending. Delilah grimaced, wiping the droplets off of her car with her finger.
"Delilah, come look at this!" Trish called out to her.
"Someone saw him from the window. Thought they had to be kidding," Beverly talked to no one in particular. "Find anything out by your car?"
"Just a bit of blood." Beverly looked at her with concern.
"Well, he already ran off!" Beverly yelled in annoyance at the trooper who looked around frantically.
"A man?"
"More like a pervert. That's why everyone was watching. He was outside the car there sniffing that laundry." Clothing that belonged to Darry and Trish lay scattered about on the pavement. "Holding big handfuls of it under his nose. Looked like he was liking it, too."
"And no one thought to shoo him away?" Delilah asked, raising an eyebrow at Beverly. She held up her hands.
"He was a big looking guy. Which way he run off, Billy?" The trucker named Billy pointed off in the direction the killer had left.
"It was him. He had time to get to the church and get back here," Trish told the trooper.
"Alright, we don't need anymore excitement than we already have—"
"This guy is after us!" Darry threw fistfulls of laundry in the car. "He's after us 'cause he knows what we saw! He's even taunting Lilah!"
The trooper turned to her expectantly.
"What? You want a sample of that blood on my car? Maybe it's from one of those bodies," Delilah grinned at him with wide eyes, frowning when he turned away from her.
"Central, this is 037. Come back." Trooper Weston pursed her lips. "Look kid, we'll get the sample, don't worry about it." It was hard not to worry, and Delilah refrained from telling her that she was nineteen years old, hardly a kid at that age.
"Hey, you interested in a hand-print, too?" Darry asked when he shut the car door. Delilah peered down at it, leaning close to Darry. She ignored his stare on her back. "You can dust it, right? Get a print?"
"Looks like somebody already did." The print began to blow away in the wind, making Delilah frown. That wasn't normal. Gideon caught some of the dust as it blew away with a bag.
