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I get in the car while Sammy hangs up his phone and starts digging through the box on his lap.
"No one matching dad's description in the hospitals or morgue."
"Well that's something. Breakfast?" I ask holding up some chips and red vines.
"Yeah, no thanks. You and dad still running those credit card scams?"
"Hunting doesn't pay the bill? Not our fault they keep sending us cards. We just fill out the applications."
Sammy shakes his head. "You seriously need to update your cassette tape collection."
I swallow some chips. "Why?"
"Well, first, they're cassette tapes. Second, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."
I grab the Metallica tape and slide it in the stereo. "You know the car rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music, rider shuts his cakehole."
I start the car as the music plays.
"It's Sam now. Haven't gone by Sammy since I was kid."
"Sorry, can't hear you. Music's too loud." I hit the gas ad the Impala takes off passing a sign in the road.
Jericho 7 miles.
***
Sammy and I drive for while until we come to a bridge swarming with sheriff cars. They're all parked around a lone civilian car, with deputies all over it and the ground below the bridge.
I park the car, then reach pass Sammy to pull a box out of the glove compartment. I pop it open and start flipping through the fake ids, settling on one with a smile.
"Come on."
***
"See anything down there?" the deputy calls down to the men below? They signal no and he shakes his head. He goes back to the car.
"Well?"
Another deputy keeps looking through the car. "Nothing. No fingerprints. No blood. No damage. It's almost too clean."
"Troy Bradford...isn't your daughter dating him?"
"Yeah. She was talking with him last night."
"How's she taking it?"
"Putting missing person signs up all over town."
"Had one like this just a month ago, right?
The deputy looks at us. Who the hell are you?"
I hold up my badge. "U.S. Marshalls."
"Really? Little young, aren't you?"
"The rook here is. Show him your badge."
"Right...my badge." Sammy makes a show of slapping his pockets. "Um. I must have left-"
I roll my eyes. The deputy smiles. "Been there." He walks back to the car, and we follow.
"Nice acting."
"Thanks for putting me on the spot."
I raise my voice again. "You did have another one just like this, correct?"
"Yeah, just up the road a mil."
"Any connection between the two besides being men?"
"None we can find. Honestly, we're not sure what's going on."
"Well, that's the kind of fine police work I'd expect from local law enforcemmPH." Sammy stomps on my foot.
"Thanks, officers," Sammy says fast, leading me away.
"Dude, my foot."
"Why do you always have to mouth off to police?"
"Come on, let's hit the town."
It doesn't take much driving to find a girl putting up posters in town. We give her a story about being distant uncles of Troy's, and we're soon meeting with Amy and her friend in a diner. A lot of concern, and a little prodding, get them talking.
"You see, there was this girl-"
"That's what they say-"
"And she was murdered out on the highway one night-"
"And they never caught the killer-"
"So she's still out there, killing men who she thinks killed her-"
"Looking for justice."
Sammy and I look at each other thinking the same thing: Research time.
I sit in front of the library computer accessing their news archive. I hate these things, but it's usually the fastest way to get info. At least when you don't have the cash to spread around.
Centennial Highway murdered woman --- No results
murder woman Centennial Highway --- No results
female murder Centennial Highway --- No results
"This is hopeless."
Sammy slides his chair over from the newspaper he's looking through, pushing me out of the way.
"Hey!"
"Shhh!" someone else shouts.
Sammy just shakes his head.
"Spirits stick around because of a trauma, right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Well," he starts typing, "maybe it wasn't a murder."
female suicide Centennial Highway --- 1 result
"Ok, let's see." He clicks the link. "1981, Constance Parker, age 24, jumped to her death late on night from the Centennial Bridge."
"That's something. But why?"
He reads down. "Ok...damn...An hour before, she called 911. She said she was giving her son and daughter a bath. She went downstairs for just a minute, and when she came back, they weren't breathing. They didn't make it.
"...**** me."
"'Our babies were gone,' husband Joesph Parker said, 'and Constance couldn't live with what happened.'"
I lean in and look at the photo of where she jumped.
"That bridge...look familiar?"
***
We stand on the edge of the bridge into town, the same one the Sheriff's men were all over. We look down at the dark river below.
"So this is where she too the header, huh?"
"You think dad figured it out?"
Well, he's chasing the same story, and we're chasing him."
"So what do we do now?"
"We keep digging until we find him. Might take a while..."
"You remember, right? Law school? I told you I have to be back-"
"-by Monday. Right...I forgot."
"Uh-huh."
"So. This lawyer thing. You're really serious about it then."
"Of course."
"Going to college...Getting married...All the normal stuff. You think that's for you?"
"Sure. Why not?" A little bit of suspicion creeps into his voice.
"And Jessica? Does she know what you are? About all the things you've done?"
"No, and she's not going to know."
"That's a healthy relationship. Pretend all you want, but sooner or later, you'll have to accept what you are."
"And what's that?"
"One of us."
"No," Sammy cuts me off as I try to walk away. "That's not my life."
"You have a responsibility-"
"To dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what mom looks like. I mean, what difference would it make? Mom's gone, and she's not coming back."
Sonuva- I grab Sammy by his jacket and slam him up against one of the bridge's supports. I grind my teeth. "...Don't talk about her like that." I let him go with another shove and turn away-
"Sam..."
"Wha-!"
Standing on the edge of the bridge, looking from the river to us, is a woman in white...