Chapter 84

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Saturday 7:26 pm

Erik thought he heard a noise up ahead.  He slowed his steps to listen, his fingers automatically tightening near the trigger.  An owl hooted in the distance.  He kept walking.  His eyes skipped from ground to the brush, searching, scanning for proof that Megan had been there.  His footsteps were sure and soft on the ground, but in his head he was getting worried.  He should have found her by now.  She didn't belong in the woods, he did.  She should have taken a wrong turn and made a circle, but her path was surprisingly straight.  And worse yet, it was headed straight for the lake.  If she made it to the lake before him, he didn't know what he'd do.   How far he'd have to go.  He quickened his footsteps.  Even dressed for this weather, it was cold.  Megan must be an icicle.  Her skin would be all shivery.  She'd jump if he touched her.  But he could change that.  He could crush her to him, warm her up till her lips glowed.  Cradle her head in his arms and slip his fingers through her hair.  Maybe it wasn't too late.  Maybe he should change his mind; he didn't want her to be cold.  His fingers slid to the chain in his pocket.  The teardrop burned in his hand, hardened his heart.  Yes, he did.  He wanted her cold and silent.  So Megan was headed to the lake.  So what?  It was still a good mile or two away, plenty of time to catch up with her.

Up ahead, Erik saw a flash of white light.  It danced in the trees, bobbing up and down, calling to him like a will o' the wisp.  Legend had it that will o' the wisps led hapless travelers deeper and deeper into the woods till they were hopelessly lost.  The question then became, was he following Megan, or was he being led astray by some trick of his mind.  Ridiculous, it's Megan.  Not wanting to give himself away too soon, Erik shut off his flashlight.  He followed the dancing white light.

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