what happened to him.”
“You’re looking for Jane’s killer because you can’t find Jacob Wetterling?” I asked.
“My mom always talked about how she didn’t know how his mother went on, how she could survive without knowing what happened to her son,” he said. “And Jane’s not missing, and she wasn’t your kid, but I know you need to know what happened. I wanna know, and she wasn’t my best friend.”
“I don’t know if she was really even my best friend anymore.” I exhaled and stared down the street, to where her body had been found.
“Well, since I’m now your de facto best friend, I have to help you with this.”
“How are you my best friend?” I raised an eyebrow.
“You can’t count your boyfriend or your brother, or your boyfriend’s brothers, so it has to be me.” Bobby grinned at me. “I’m your new best friend.”
“What about Leif? Or Olivia?” I asked.
“Leif’s not your friend.” He shook his head and furrowed his brow. “I’m not sure what he is, but he’s not your friend. And Olivia’s your trainer. She’s like a boss. Doesn’t count.”
“There sure are a lot of stipulations that constitute who can or can’t be a best friend.”
“I didn’t make the rules,” he shrugged. “But as your best friend, it’s my civic duty to help you with this.”
“And you think looking at this will help?” I asked.
“I do,” Bobby nodded. “Come on.”
“Alright.” I took a deep breath and walked with him, moving in closer to him. “So, how does your crazy protective mom feel about you living here? Do you ever even go home?
“Um… she doesn’t feel anything about it,” Bobby said. “She died of cancer when I was 12. And I don’t go home very much. My brother lives in Oregon now.”
“Oh. I’m sorry,” I said, feeling stupid that I didn’t know that.
“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “I mean, it’s not. But it was a long time ago. So…”
We reached the spot, and we both just stopped. People were already making big arcs around the place where Jane had been dumped, so they didn’t mind that we just stood there. A fresh bit of police tape flapped in the wind, but the rest had been cut down.
I expected to feel worse when I got here, considering the built up nausea I had walking up to it. Once here, seeing it up close, I only felt that strange blankness inside me. Like my emotions just shut off completely.
Six inches of snow had been dumped on us the day before, and the ensuing cleanup had scooped most traces that would be left. But I could still see faint stains where her blood had been, especially in the cracks.
I crouched down, and I could still smell her. Very faintly, underneath the scent of snow, salt, exhaust, and all the people around. If I hadn’t known Jane, I probably wouldn’t be able to smell her at all. I breathed in deep, as if I would learn something new.
I reached out to touch the darkest part of the stain. As soon as I touched it, an electric shock shot through my fingertips, and I yanked my hand back.
“Are you okay?” Bobby asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I shook it off and stood back up. “Do you see that?”
“What?”
“Her blood.” I pointed to it. I hadn’t seen any at the other crime scenes, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was tuned into Jane.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “It’s faint. But I see it.”
“Did you see any at the other spots?”
“No.” His forehead crinkled as he thought about it. “No, I didn’t see anything.”
“That doesn’t really mean anything, I guess,” I said. “They did happen a long time ago. The first one was before Christmas.”
I looked over at the building V was in. It looked so ordinary, like all the other buildings around it. Nobody would ever guess it housed hundreds of vampires every night in its basement.
“But I don’t remember seeing that much blood in the other crime scene photos,” Bobby said. “Maybe they had less to clean up.”
“Did you see
“You’re looking for Jane’s killer because you can’t find Jacob Wetterling?” I asked.
“My mom always talked about how she didn’t know how his mother went on, how she could survive without knowing what happened to her son,” he said. “And Jane’s not missing, and she wasn’t your kid, but I know you need to know what happened. I wanna know, and she wasn’t my best friend.”
“I don’t know if she was really even my best friend anymore.” I exhaled and stared down the street, to where her body had been found.
“Well, since I’m now your de facto best friend, I have to help you with this.”
“How are you my best friend?” I raised an eyebrow.
“You can’t count your boyfriend or your brother, or your boyfriend’s brothers, so it has to be me.” Bobby grinned at me. “I’m your new best friend.”
“What about Leif? Or Olivia?” I asked.
“Leif’s not your friend.” He shook his head and furrowed his brow. “I’m not sure what he is, but he’s not your friend. And Olivia’s your trainer. She’s like a boss. Doesn’t count.”
“There sure are a lot of stipulations that constitute who can or can’t be a best friend.”
“I didn’t make the rules,” he shrugged. “But as your best friend, it’s my civic duty to help you with this.”
“And you think looking at this will help?” I asked.
“I do,” Bobby nodded. “Come on.”
“Alright.” I took a deep breath and walked with him, moving in closer to him. “So, how does your crazy protective mom feel about you living here? Do you ever even go home?
“Um… she doesn’t feel anything about it,” Bobby said. “She died of cancer when I was 12. And I don’t go home very much. My brother lives in Oregon now.”
“Oh. I’m sorry,” I said, feeling stupid that I didn’t know that.
“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “I mean, it’s not. But it was a long time ago. So…”
We reached the spot, and we both just stopped. People were already making big arcs around the place where Jane had been dumped, so they didn’t mind that we just stood there. A fresh bit of police tape flapped in the wind, but the rest had been cut down.
I expected to feel worse when I got here, considering the built up nausea I had walking up to it. Once here, seeing it up close, I only felt that strange blankness inside me. Like my emotions just shut off completely.
Six inches of snow had been dumped on us the day before, and the ensuing cleanup had scooped most traces that would be left. But I could still see faint stains where her blood had been, especially in the cracks.
I crouched down, and I could still smell her. Very faintly, underneath the scent of snow, salt, exhaust, and all the people around. If I hadn’t known Jane, I probably wouldn’t be able to smell her at all. I breathed in deep, as if I would learn something new.
I reached out to touch the darkest part of the stain. As soon as I touched it, an electric shock shot through my fingertips, and I yanked my hand back.
“Are you okay?” Bobby asked.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I shook it off and stood back up. “Do you see that?”
“What?”
“Her blood.” I pointed to it. I hadn’t seen any at the other crime scenes, and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was tuned into Jane.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “It’s faint. But I see it.”
“Did you see any at the other spots?”
“No.” His forehead crinkled as he thought about it. “No, I didn’t see anything.”
“That doesn’t really mean anything, I guess,” I said. “They did happen a long time ago. The first one was before Christmas.”
I looked over at the building V was in. It looked so ordinary, like all the other buildings around it. Nobody would ever guess it housed hundreds of vampires every night in its basement.
“But I don’t remember seeing that much blood in the other crime scene photos,” Bobby said. “Maybe they had less to clean up.”
“Did you see
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