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EVE
No one knew where Bailey was.
I’d reached out to every person in her phone who might know where she was. Her volleyball coach said that she’d never shown up for tryouts. The girls on her team claimed that she’d gone off and gotten “weird again.” Trevor, the last person she’d contacted in her phone, said he hadn’t heard from her, but she owed him two hundred dollars.
Not promising.
I’d driven around every place I could think that she might frequent.
The high school claimed she hadn’t been at her last class on Friday. I didn’t inform them that the dentist note was definitely forged. The gym she went to said they hadn’t seen her in weeks. Ellen at Boose said the last time she’d seen her was when I was in town.
And each and every single place I’d tried, progressively getting more
