They beat the police to the scene. There was a brief moment of hope, thinking that maybe they’d gotten there in time, that maybe they’d find Leslie alive and well.

But as soon as they got out of the car, they knew it wasn’t the case. They knew they were too late, and the police simply hadn’t been told yet.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, Marian smelled the blood. She didn’t need Harley to tell her that it was the house on the left, nor even to tell ...