and there was even a vigil scheduled for later tonight.
Bianca wondered what had happened to her. Why had she been killed and left
or dumped in the stream? It was unnerving. She glanced out the window to the
fading sunlight. She couldn’t help but think she might know the killer. Wasn’t
that
what Mom thought, kept hinting at?
Worse yet, now Lindsay had disappeared. Had she really been kidnapped as
some people thought? Or had she just taken off, tired of her parents butting into
her life?
Why hadn’t she contacted anybody?
She’d
gone completely dark, not responding to calls, texts, instant messages,
or anything to do with social media. All of which was
not like Lindsay.
Bianca
bit her lip and studied the bedspread, not seeing the pattern for the turmoil in her
mind. Could Lindsay’s disappearance be a publicity stunt? Maybe she’d dropped
out of sight to shine the
light on herself a little more, as she hadn’t been part of
the core group picked for the filming of the reality show. She’d been
disappointed, and there was a chance she might do something overtly dramatic
to make Barclay Sphinx notice her. Was that it?
Stupidly, she’d posed these very questions to Lara, Maddie,
and Simone, and
they’d jumped all over the idea, sure that Lindsay would turn up and all of the
attention from the media and Barclay Sphinx and his production company would
shine on her.
Simone had texted,
I wouldn’t put it past her.
Maddie’s
response was,
Maybe. She was pissed that she wasn’t picked for
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