Prologue
The Early Days
I had the greatest friend, Megan. She was the best! I had known her since we were three. Five years! We used to have sleepovers all the time. Laughing, dress up, dolls, running around outside, making brownies and cookies, building forts, and so much more. One of our sleepovers, our last one, was great to begin with. We played horses, dress up, and the last thing we did together was play with her Barbie dolls. She has six princesses and one prince. My princess was going to marry the prince this time. “Christy! It’s my turn to play with Prince FancyBottoms!” She yelled. I wasn’t going to let her take my prince!
“No! It’s my turn! You had him last time!” I yelled back.
“I did not!”
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
This went on forever. Finally, her mom came in.
“Are you girls ok?” Mrs. Kondin said very panicked.
“No!” We said in sink
“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Kondin asked as she kneeled down to eye level.
“She stole my prince!” I yelled
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
“Girls girls girls! Stop fighting!” She took the prince.
“I don’t want to hear another rude word out of either of you!” She said very calmly. She walked outside and put the prince on the counter.
Anyway, I wanted to go home so badly. I couldn’t stand Megan. I backed my bag and waited until Mrs. Kondin was out of the room and grabbed Prince FancyBottoms. I threw such a big fit so that Mr. Kondin got annoyed and took me home. I don’t remember much after that, except the fact tat Megan scratched and cut me. My mom questioned me and yelled. I haven’t talked to Megan since then.
Chapter 1
Catching up
Fourteen years later, I was 22 at the time, I ran into Mrs. Kondin at the Coffee Stop. She invited me over to have a drink with her. We talked for quite some time, Megan wasn’t brought up once. Finally, I decided to ask about her.
“Well, Christy, six years ago on April 16th…”
I stopped her, “A day before her sixteenth birthday.”
“Yes,” she said, teary eyed. “She didn’t have a license yet, so she was walking home from school, about two miles. It usually took her 20-30 minutes. That day, she never came home.” She stopped. I handed her a napkin. She continued. “It was five-o-clock and she wasn’t home yet. I called the police to set out a search and rescue team. They wouldn’t do it until she was missing for 24 hours. Megan wasn’t the type of person to just run off and disappear. I told them that and they told me, again, they couldn’t do anything about it.”
“That’s bull shit!!” I replied.
“I know… Anyway, she hadn’t shown up for hours; I tried to call her cell phone many times, but she didn’t pick up. The next day, at 3:25, when her school lets out, I called the police. They set out a search party, finally. They came back at 10:50 with her purse, backpack, books, and an earring. They all lead up to the spot where her body was.” She had to stop.
“Mrs. Kondin, I am so sorry.”
“It’s fine, I just need a moment.”
We sat there for what felt like hours. She finally could talk again.
“She was laying there, dead, with four other girls. Three of them, she always walks home with, and there was one strange girl who looked like she could be Megan’s identical twin.” she paused, all teary eyed. “The three girls all contributed to making the fourth.” another pause.
“I…I don’t under stand,” I said.
“The sick twisted bastard took body parts from the three girls and made a fourth!”
I couldn’t believe it! Why would someone do something like that? I gagged at the thought. My best friend’s head on someone else’s body.
“That is unbelievable! Why would someone be so horrible?”
“I don’t know, it is sick. We still don’t know who did it.”
I stopped and looked at my watch, and said, “That is horrible! I want to know more but right now, I have a job interview at 10:45.” It was 10:20 now and my appointment was 30 minutes away.
I was heading to my meeting and decided I should look into this murder. This was my best friend. I owed it to her. People are horrible! How could they get the nerve to do something like this to someone so sweet, innocent, and perfect? She was my confidant. I knew that the person who did this was going to pay. But how could I get a confession from someone six almost seven years after his or her crime?
