Lyla and her dad swept the remaining leaves from the entryway, out the front door.
Detective Steiger checked the living room. Detective Morales descended the stairs.
"You admit you didn't get a good look at him," said Morales. "So, what makes you so sure it was JoJo Ames?"
"He was waiting for me last night when I left the diner. My manager chased him away."
"What was that about?" Morales asked.
"He was looking for his brother. He thought maybe I knew something."
Steiger interjected, "Seems like a lot of people have that impression."
"I don't like your tone," Ryan steamed. Steiger shrugged him off, shared a look with his partner.
"We located Keenan's car yesterday afternoon," Morales moved closer. "Cell service is pretty weak out in those hills, but we managed to track his phone. We found his car about six miles from where your car broke down." Lyla's mind raced.
She watched the girl for a reaction. "You're positive you didn't see him out on that road that night?"
"I'm positive!" Lyla threw up her hands.
Steiger stepped into the entryway, examined the front door. "No signs of forced entry. You don't think maybe the wind blew it open?"
"I always make sure the door is locked when I leave for work." Ryan crossed his arms. "Always."
Steiger directed toward Lyla. "So help me understand this. A guy breaks in with the intent to pressure you for information, then sneaks around in here but doesn't confront you? Why not?"
She shrugged.
"Kids have a way of getting worked up sometimes. Imagining things," he said dismissively.
"Somebody was in this house," Lyla insisted.
Steiger shook his head and stepped out onto the front porch. "We'll be in touch." Morales offered a polite smile and exited.
"You've had a rough week, kiddo," Ryan pulled his daughter into a dad hug.
"I didn't make this up, Dad."
"Is there something you're not telling me? About this JoJo kid?"
"He's Keenan's brother. That's all I know."
"You want me to have a talk with him?"
"No, Dad. Don't do that."
"You haven't been getting much sleep since all this happened. You're on edge. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you."
She shook her head.
"Seems like spring break is coming at just the right time," he smiled. "You could use some time to relax."
She offered a tepid smile. Spring break with Darcy was going to be anything but relaxing, but Lyla was looking forward to the distraction. She couldn't wait to get away. To get away from JoJo. To get out of the city and dig her toes into the New Jersey sand.
"Rumspringa." Lyla managed a smile.
"Rum what?" Ryan asked.
"You know. Amish teens going out in the world and running wild."
"What are you talking about?"
She laughed. "I better start packing."
"You're not leaving tonight."
"I know. But I'm a slow packer."
She didn't own an extensive wardrobe. Fashion was never her thing. She was a basic girl and she dressed for comfort. She packed her favorite jeans, a couple pairs of shorts, T-shirts, tops, underwear, and two bathing suits.
The straps of her turquoise bikini frayed at the edges. "I should have probably gone shopping," Lyla shrugged and tossed the bikini into her suitcase. "Too late now."
She went to the vanity to gather her makeup. When she glanced into the mirror, Keenan was standing behind her!
Lyla whipped around to find no one there.
She was startled when something struck the mirror behind her, cracking the glass. The object landed on the desktop. It was the silver serpent ring.
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Her Terrifying Love
ParanormalWhile being chased by her abusive boyfriend, Lyla turns the tables, shoving him into the path of an oncoming car. But rather than calling the police, she and her friend, Jack bury the body deep in the woods. Instead of finishing her senior year in p...