A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. have had exams that I needed to pass.

"Hey Dean, it's Sam...again. Listen, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be hunting Lacy Wilson today. So, yeah, call me...please."

Closing my phone I walked around the corner of the porch and made my way back into the Davenport's house. Although it was only seven in the morning, the sun was scorching and the air was thick with heat.

Before I opened the screen door to the kitchen, Anna's yelling filled my ears. "Just stay out of my life!"

A few moments later her mother's voice answered, just as loud. "I will not stay out of your life! I am your mother and those bruises concern me!"

"So Dave grabbed me alittle hard! It's not that big a deal!"

Instantly my mind raced back to all the fights I'd had with my Dad. I, too, had believed that my only parent should have stayed out of my business.

As I was absorbed in my memories, the screen door opened forcefully and hit my nose with a thud. Anna was standing on the other side, horrorstricken. She had her curly hair pulled into a high ponytail and was wearing a white tank top with shorts.

After the stars began to fade from my eyes I noticed why Claire was so worried about her daughter. On her thighs, right above her knees were dark purple bruises, probablly made from somebody with strong hands. They matched ones one her arms.

"Sam, I am so sorry! I..."

"It's okay, really. My fault," I pressed my left hand against my nose, feeling the oncoming of a headache. "I shouldn't have been eavesdropping."

Anna went around me and walked down the creaky steps. Not sure what to do, I followed.

"Anna, I, uh, I found out some information on the Tommy Carnell murder."

The girl stopped walking, crossing her arms. By that point we had reached the sidewalk, its sides overgrown with grass and weeds.

"And? Am I just crazy? Or is there something more?"

I stood direclty in front of the girl. "Have you heard of Lacy Wilson before?"

Anna looked surprised. Her brown eyes narrowed with confusion as she answered. "Of course. She went to my school. Everyone has. She's sorta the town legend."

"So you know the story then?" I was weighing my options. It was never easly trying to explain that an old campfire story was actually true. Most of the time it took great lengths to prove it. I hoped I wasn't going to have to go down that road with Anna.

"Highschool girl, abused. Boyfriend went physco and killed her."

I decided to skip the whole, "It's true" story and just find out what I needed. "Anna, do you know where Lacy's body is buried?"

I watched as Anna thought about the question, praying she'd give me an answer I'd like. Unfortunatly, from the teenager's deep concentration, I knew the answer before she said it.

"All I know is that she's buried in the woods somewhere. It can't be too far though, seeings it was her boyfriend who did it."

Sighing, I thanked Anna and turned away. I needed to buy the weapons I needed, and get started as quickly as possible. This sounded like an all day trip and I wanted as much daylight as possible.

"Sam!" I heard from behind. Anna had a worried expression on her face. "Is it true? What the stories say? Is Lacy really haunting us?"

Silently I nodded. Waiting, I was surprised when the teenager didn't respond. Turning my head slightly, I noticed that she had begun to walk in the oppisite direction. I wondered, for a moment, if she was upset. I wondered if I should have talked to her some more. But the day was already upon me and I had a job to do. Alone. With no help.