“Hey, did you find anything in here?” Dana closed the book as Helena walked into the bedroom. “What were you doing?” She placed the picture in her coat jacket.

“Nothing, I was just looking for more evidence.” She got up from the bed and put the book back.

“How were you going to find evidence in a photo book?”

“Don’t worry about the damn photo book. Did you find anything?” Dana raked her fingers through her hair.

“I found these matches in Miss Morales’ room.” She handed them to Dana. “They’re from the local bar Lucky 7. Maybe that was the last place they were seen.”

“Let’s check it out.”

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“Carmen—I don’t think this is a good idea. Why are we hiking in the middle of nowhere? I have no idea of where the hell we are at.” Alice was at her friend’s side as they walked the dirt road.

“I don’t care, we’ll have to defend for ourselves.” There was a car in the distance, and Carmen saw the lights. “Look, maybe we can get some help.” Alice grabbed her arm.

“I have a bad feeling about this. What if it’s another crazy person who looks to kill good looking women?”

“C’mon Al, don’t think so negative.” Carmen began to wave her arms in the air hoping that the driver would see them. The truck slow down and pulled over on the side of the road. Carmen jogged up to the truck, and the person opened the door. She stopped, and Alice kept her distance.

“Oh shit, we’re fucked.” The person jumped out of the truck and grabbed Carmen.

“Let me go! Help! Help!”

“Carmen stop!” The person turned Carmen around, and Carmen pushed herself away from the person. “What the fuck are you doing to do?! Get killed on the side of the road!” Alice sighed heavily when she realized it was Shane.

“I want to go home, I can’t stay in the fuckin’ piece of shit you call a home.”

“You don’t have a home Carmen. It’s a crime scene. You don’t have anywhere to go. You don’t have a family to go to any more.”

“How did you know that?” Carmen heaved.

“I know everything. Your father and mother abandoned you and your older brother when you were six. Then you lost your brother when you were thirteen because he hung himself because he was in deep depression. You lived on the streets of Austin, Texas until you were picked up by the police and was shoved into a foster home. At the age of fifteen, you finally got yourself a new family, but they treated you like shit. When you turned sixteen, you ran away and ended up in Los Angeles. You think I sum it up for you.” Carmen felt the hot tears swelling up in her eyes, and she socked Shane in the nose. Shane’s head went back, and Carmen held her hand in pain. Shane licked the blood that trickle down her lips and wiped the rest of it on her sleeve. Carmen went towards Shane, but Shane grabbed her wrists.

“I fuckin’ hate you!” Shane twisted Carmen’s wrists and placed her arms behind her.

“Alice get in the truck. I’m taking you guys back to my place.”

“Alice run, get help.”

“I’m the only help you got. Stop fighting me,” Shane look back at Alice. “Alice get in the truck.”

“I-I don’t know if I can.”

“Okay—I’ll make this little easier.” Shane pulled her gun from her waist band and pushed it into Carmen’s side. “No, if you don’t want her to die—get in the fuckin’ truck.”

Alice held up her hands. “All right—okay. I’ll do it, I’ll do it.” The tears fell uncontrollably down Carmen’s cheeks as Alice approached the truck. She opened the door and hopped in the back.

“Now, get in the truck.” Shane kept the gun out as Carmen slowly got into the truck. Carmen climbed in the back with Alice, and Shane closed the door. Shane hopped in and closed her door. She put the truck in drive and pulled back onto the road.