Larissa shakes her head. "There are too many similarities here to be coincidence. What's the common thread we're not seeing?"

"He's targeting young women," I say. "At events at night. He may or may not know them. And he's drugging them, then raping and killing them." The thought makes me hysterical, and I'm not the only one.

"Poor Lucie," Elise, whispers, sniffling.

"Let's get out of here," Larissa suggests. Emma and her friends have all filtered past us by this time, and the lot's deserted now. "Let's go to the diner."

I load my scooter, and ride out, following the girls in the convertible. It's so dark on the wooded road behind the beach. Everywhere I look I think I see the guy in his black...

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