Following Christopher Creed
“Mr. Spencer had given RayAnn hotel money. His stipulation for her going halfway across the country was that he didn't want us camping out in the middle of April when all the mid-Atlantic campgrounds were closed before Memorial Day. I wondered if we were any safer in this dusty old motel that reminded me of the Bates place in Psycho.
"I can't believe your parents let you come out here," I said, after dropping my bag, finding the chair, and taking off my muddy sneakers. "Last week, you were s...ixteen." She stood and moved her laptop bag over to a table. "Parents let their kids go to Florida on spring break. Is this somehow worse? Helping to cover a story for a newspaper?" "There's been a murder here." "There's been a death every year in spring break havens," she countered. "And besides. Nobody's screaming 'serial killer,' not even Chief Rye, beyond his bogus warnings at the Lightning Field. It's a domestic squabble that got carried away—that's what he said once they weren't listening." "True." I recalled our final moments by the cars.MoreLess
"I can't believe your parents let you come out here," I said, after dropping my bag, finding the chair, and taking off my muddy sneakers. "Last week, you were s...ixteen." She stood and moved her laptop bag over to a table. "Parents let their kids go to Florida on spring break. Is this somehow worse? Helping to cover a story for a newspaper?" "There's been a murder here." "There's been a death every year in spring break havens," she countered. "And besides. Nobody's screaming 'serial killer,' not even Chief Rye, beyond his bogus warnings at the Lightning Field. It's a domestic squabble that got carried away—that's what he said once they weren't listening." "True." I recalled our final moments by the cars.MoreLess
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