Chapter Thirty-One
It felt good to get the Porsche out onto the highway. Traffic was light this time of morning and the pavement as straight as a landing strip. Lee let the four-liter engine unwind, blowing out six months’ worth of cobwebs. She was barreling along, doing eighty on State Highway 35, in warm sunshine. Lee had the windows down and was blowing out her own personal cobwebs as well.
The University was an hour away and she had plenty of time to sort through her thoughts: Both Luletta’s son, Nelson, and Jenna had met a maintenance man that worked at the University. That had to be more than a coincidence. And that same man knew Margo; knew her well enough to use her house as a secluded sanctuary where he could take his time with Jenna; force her out of her clothes and sexually as
