Alana
The drive home was long and silent. Dan had been on edge since we had got back to the motel and had kept Rhett up with his pacing back and forth across the room they shared. Something was bothering him, he just didn't want to say what it was yet.
When we got back to the motel, Rhett and I showed Dan and Willow the photos we had taken of the files, even pulling up my own file for them to read.
"I wonder who tore out all those pages from Wynter's file." Willow said aloud, running her hand through her hair. "If I'm right about my suspicions, he is possibly the guy I saw over the Christmas holidays at the ice rink."
I'm not sure if anyone actually paid her much attention. We were quite thoroughly exhausted so I dragged Willow to our room to sleep, expecting the guys to do the same
