Too many coffees and weird shifts in barometric pressure as another storm approached had Lynn feeling lightheaded and woozy, and it was only getting worse as the hours passed.
The film crew was incredibly hard to pin down. Being students, they flitted from campus to campus, to coffee shop to lunch to whatever else they did between classes. Jake, the one who very likely knew the most, was the hardest to pin down.
She’d already spoken to two of the others, neither of whom showed any signs of hiding a secret the size of keeping a classmate locked up in a cabin for two days and torturing her.
Either they had completely disassociated from the horror of it or Alicia acted alone. But another thing that linked her prior transgressions of this type was that she needed an audience. And lackeys.
