Chapter 2
When Mac arrived at the Sheriff's office, he noticed Don wasn't in yet.
"Terry... did Don call?"
"No Mac, not yet. Maybe he stopped for coffee."
"Hm... okay. Did you get the list of campers we have so far, renting the cabins?"
"I do. So far we have five families, all who rented last year. Then we have one more, a couple who are looking for a little getaway. Seems they lost their child a few months back. So he brought his wife for some R&R."
"Okay, thanks Terry. I'm going to head out there and say hello. When Don gets in, tell him where I headed off to."
"I will Mac, see ya."
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Meanwhile back at the school, the junior grades were having their recess. As they played, the woman watched from the fence. Seeing all the little children play, brought back memories of her little girl. Feeling her tears weld, she could still see her daughters brown curls bouncing as she walked, always smiling and giggling while she played.
She still didn't understand why her daughter had died. All she could remember, was getting the call from her husband to come home, and finding her daughter raped, while choked to death on the couch. She could still remember the endless hours she spent in police custody, trying to explain to them that her husband would not have done that, especially to his own daughter.
After a few days of interrogating, they finally released her husband. Though the looks from neighbors and people on the streets forced them to eventually move away. She could still remember her husband telling her..."let's just take a vactation, some time to ourselves Betty. We both need this." Now here they were, in North Carolina, camping in one of the famous areas that was known for the blue moon.
Snapping herself from her thoughts, she seen the little chestnut haired girl running with her friends. How much she reminded her of her Corrina. Smiling widely, something inside of her snapped.
"Betty... what are you doing?" asked her husband Thomas.
"Watching my daughter play. Look at her Thomas, look at her beautiful curls bounce."
Thomas looked at the little girl, not believing himself how much she looked like their daughter. Feeling the urge to rub himself, he knew he had to get himself and his wife out of there. So many memories of how good his daughter felt within him, left him aching to rape again. Only this time... this time he would have to be gentle, so as not to choke his little girl, so hard.
Dragging his wife by the arm, he headed back to their truck.
"What are you doing, Thomas? I want our little girl."
"I know Betty. You will, very soon."
Once Thomas had his wife back at the cabin, he headed back into town to capture the little girl. Watching as he seen her with an older boy that resembled her in looks. He realized it must be her older brother. Following with the truck, he rounded the corner as they walked into the ice cream parlor.
"MaCanna... I wanna go home, I don't want to be here. I'm hungry."
"I know Calista, just give me one minute, okay, please. I just need to give this homework to Carol, she's sick today."
Leaving Calista on a seat, she got tired of waiting. Getting up, she walked out the door, knowing her daddy's office was just around the corner.
tbc...