I survived my wipeout, but am frantic about my friend, who still hasn’t been found. The police won’t tell me anything. It’s time for me to act, finally, decisively.
Blog #12
I just let my friend ride away with a serial killer.
Blog #11
I’ve always been cagey about dating apps. Is Elise trying to set me up or set a trap for the guy? Does she really think we can catch him?
Blog #10
I’m always impressed by people being bad. Their deviousness would be admirable if it weren’t so evil. You can’t fully be repelled by them or let your anger overtake your […]
Blog #9
So, there’s a survivor? A woman who woke up. Was it really the same guy who assaulted her? There’s only one way to find out.
Blog #8
The craziest thing is, the girl washed up right near the place where Reid and I were. Did we miss what happened when it was on top of us? They […]
Blog #7
The best evidence is always on the photo roll. Kat’s hacking reveals truth.
Blog #6
As I wait for Laura Taylor to return with our coffees, my gaze is habitually trained towards the bar. And there’s Reid, standing in the doorway, talking to some girl. […]
Blog #5
It’s May Day but I’m okay. My handbag is so big a baby-size burrito could fit in it. Luckily, the bag, stuffed with my laptop, journal, cashmere cardigan and scarf, […]
Blog #4
Finding the victim’s phone is a monumental coup that very well may lead me to the killer. It’s shocking the police missed such a huge clue at the crime scene. […]
