Seven
Alice walked through her kitchen door just as the sky started to lighten. By the time they had taken Sara home, the girl had been fully conscious, if somewhat groggy. She didn’t seem to remember any of the events of the evening, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks when Alice told her that Bobby had drugged her. She sniffled and nodded, her mouth trembling.
“I thought he was up to something. He kept telling me to drink and got pissed when I didn’t want to.” She looked up at Alice, her face pale. “He didn’t…”
“No, sweetie. We got there in time.”
“How did you know?”
“My friend Jonah had heard stories about him before.”
Sara peeked around Alice to where Jonah stood filling the doorway. “Why didn’t you tell me about him?”
She forced herself to shrug. “What is it you kids say? J
