March 25, 1995 - Saturday
Ryan and Tiffany were walking across the quad. It was one ten
in the morning, and in the distance, you could still hear the whoop and holler of parties
in progress. The quad was the center of the campus which was comparable to a small park,
complete with benches, trees, picnic tables, etc. It was lit up dimly by the mercury vapor
lamps that hung overhead on large poles placed strategically around the quad. Couples were
out walking around, talking. Some people were walking off their intoxication.
But not Tiffany and Ryan. They were on a mission. They were
going to try and solve Austin Webb's murder by snooping through his office. Ryan was
having his doubts about this whole venture. He knew deep inside that Tiffany was on her
own mission of some kind. What she wanted him here was another mystery unto itself.
They came to the building where Austin Webb's classroom and
office was. A security guard, (affectionately called rent-a-cops) was waiting for them.
Tiffany waved at him, but he was not impressed. Ryan had clue as to what was going on.
"Is this going to take long Tiffany?" the guard
asked. Tiffany smiled her irresistible smile.
"No Bob, I'm positive I left my accounting book in
Webb's room." she insisted. "I've looked everywhere else." Bob unlocked the
door to the building and opened the door.
"Hurry up. I'm not supposed to do this."
Tiffany turned to Ryan and pecked him on the cheek. "Be
back in a sec." She disappeared into the building before Ryan could protest. Instead,
he glanced at Bob, who was shaking his head and looking cautiously around at the same
"Is she always like this?" Bob asked.
"Like what?" Ryan asked almost defensively.
Ryan chuckled. "Sometimes." The two men did not say
anything else until Tiffany came back a few minutes later with a textbook in her hand.
"Got it!" she said acting even more bubbly than she
usually did. Looking relieved, Bob locked the door, looked at Tiffany with uncertainty and
Tiffany pulled Ryan with her as she walked for the other side
of the building. "You maybe want to tell me what the hell is going on here?"
"This building is locked at night." Tiffany
"Thank you Sherlock!" Ryan smirked sarcastically.
"I didn't know that!"
"Lis-ten." she wheezed in her whiny voice.
"When Bob let me in, I unlocked the door on the other side of the building, and
picked up whatever textbook I could find. Ya know, like a diversion."
Ryan sighed. Her diversion was credible. It was the
condescending attitude she used toward him sometimes, unbeknownst to her, that was so
The two slipped into the building unnoticed. However, Ryan
discovered that Webb's door was locked. "Now what?" he asked, frustrated.
Tiffany produced a key that miraculously unlocked the door to
Webb's office. Ryan was appalled, and shocked. "You were saying?" she asked.
"Where in the hell did you get that?" Ryan
"I have my sources."
"Cut the shit Tiffany." Ryan hissed. "There is
no possible way you should have that key."
"Ryan, don't worry about it. There are some things you
are better off not knowing." Ryan was uncomfortable with this situation. He gave
Tiffany the same look of uncertainty the Bob did. Tiffany had way to many connections.
"You start at the desk. I'll look in the file cabinet."
Ryan stepped up to the front of the desk looking over at
Tiffany. This didn't feel right. He felt as if he were somehow invading Austin Webb's
privacy. Suddenly he had the urge to just run, and forget all about this. They shouldn't
be here. There was the possibility of getting in to deep. Ryan was afraid of getting what
he asked for. Answers to questions he didn't have the right to ask.
There was nothing to be found in the desk itself. Although
Ryan did find a briefcase next to the sofa. Tiffany was still looking through the file
cabinet. Ryan opened the briefcase. Papers mostly. Divorce papers. It looked as if Austin
Webb was going to try and divorce his wife. There was also a roll of undeveloped film.
Ryan took the film and slipped it into his pocket.
"Hey Tiff." Ryan called out. "Did you know
that Webb was in the process of divorcing his wife."
Tiffany stopped what she was doing and looked back at Ryan.
No words, just a look. One that Ryan could not put a title on. She started shuffling
through papers again.
"Ryan, can I ask you a question?" Tiffany asked as
Ryan further explored the briefcase.
"I guess so."
"Why do you stare at my breasts all the time?"
Ryan snapped to attention. He didn't expect that. "Ya
know Tiff." He began. "In light of my recent visual activity, its a fair
question that deserves a fair answer. However, I don't think its anything you want to
I wish I could, he thought.
"I am obsessed with your tits Tiff." he answered.
"Plain and simple, you have the most beautiful set of 38-C pontoons I have ever had
the pleasure of laying eyes on."
"Tactful." she muttered. Ryan discovered something
during the course of that conversation. It was a confirmation letter from Webb's lawyer to
Webb about an update in his will. And that was it.
"I'm serious Tiff. Perfection in its rawest form."
Ryan said closing the briefcase and putting it back where he found it. "I could sit
and stare at your breasts from dusk till dawn."
"Thank you, I'm flattered." she replied. Ryan
couldn't tell if she meant that or not. He opted not to ask not wanting to know the
answer. Ryan started flipping through the rolodex on the desk. It would have been nothing
if he hadn't have caught a number that struck him as familiar. JL5-1279. And the letters
"Hey Tiff, do you know the number JL5-1279?" Ryan
Tiffany stopped shuffling and looked over at Ryan with a bit
a surprise" No, why?"
She shot him a weird look and returned to the file cabinet.
Ryan took the card out and set the rolodex back on the desk when a business card fell out.
He picked it up. Only it was not a business card, it was a note, or message of some kind.
ITS A TANGLED WEBB WE WEAVE
Ryan walked over to Tiffany. "Take a look at this."
he said handing her the card.
"What the hell does this mean?" she asked, upset.
"Hell if I know." he retorted. Footsteps in the
hall stopped the conversation.
"Is somebody up here?" a voice asked. They both
looked around at the door.
"Shit!" they whispered in unison. "I was
afraid this would happen." Tiffany whispered. "Follow my lead."
"Okay." Ryan whispered. "What are we going to
"Take your shirt off." she commanded. Ryan gasped
and took a step back.
"What?" he said out loud.
"Just do it!" Ryan put up no argument as he slipped
his T-shirt off and onto the floor." Okay, unbuckle your pants." he stared at
her like she had fallen off her trolley. He did as she said. "Now lie down on the
As he started to lie down, Tiffany pulled her shirt off,
revealing her bare breasts. This was a moment Ryan thought he would never see. As he had
imagined, they were perfect. It was the only word that came to his mind. Perfect. She then
slid her sweat pants down to the floor so she was wearing nothing but black lace panties.
"Oh God, I'm gonna come." he squeaked.
"Shut up!" Tiffany hissed mounting him, her breasts
jiggling from their weight. There was a rattle at the door handle. Tiffany started to moan
as Ryan closed his eyes in ecstasy. As the door started to open, Tiffany took Ryan's hands
and placed them firmly on her chest. He moaned out loud as he felt her soft flesh. Tiffany
cringed as if in pain.
"All right, what the hell is going on in..." the
guard began as Tiffany fell to Ryan's side, using him as a shield. Ryan smiled, and waved
It was Bob, the rent-a-cop. "Tiffany!" he groaned.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Trying to get laid!" she answered.
"What, here?" he asked. "Look, nevermind. I
don't want to know. Just get dressed and go back to one of your' alls rooms. You can't be
"Sorry." Tiffany peeped.
"I'll be waiting outside." Bob said closing the
Tiffany was smirking as Ryan buried his hands in his face. A
mild case of blue balls was setting in from the whole erotic experience. It had been the
first time he had ever had the pleasure of feeling Tiffany up.
The repercussion from Bob had been minimal, as Tiffany has a
way of talking her way out of things. Ryan knew it was just the way she poised her body.
It often got the attention of anyone who was within immediate eyeshot range
"You okay?" Tiffany asked Ryan as they walked back
across the quad. Ryan managed a half smile in her general direction.
"I'll live." he muttered.
"Sorry about that episode back there." she
"Don't worry about it." Ryan squeaked. He couldn't
get the picture of her practically naked on top of him out of his head. "Did you find
"No, not a damn thing." she replied. "Did
In a split second, Ryan decided that for some reason, Tiffany
knew too much all ready, and that there was something she was probably not telling him. He
didn't want to tell her about what he found just yet. Not until he knew more about what
"No." Was the reply. Tiffany bid him farewell in
the usual manner by pecking him on the cheek. Ryan watched her walk away, feeling the
pounding of his heart. It only pounded that way when Tiffany kissed him on the face, or
touched him in some way. It was a combination rush of heavy blood flow and adrenaline.
Plus the tingling in every joint of his body.
Ryan shook off the thoughts of Tiffany and started back for
his own dorm.
So much for congress with the nearest beer keg.
Ryan was positive now that there was more to Austin Webb's
murder than meets the eye. And a gut feeling told him that Tiffany was somehow involved.
It was his last thought as he drifted off to sleep, earlier
Ryan slept, but not well. The alarm clock sounded off
faithfully at eight a.m., but it hadn't been necessary. He was not sound asleep. Ryan
looked over at the angry red numbers that were screaming at him.
His first thought of the day? Tiffany had been looking for
something specific in Webb's office. What was it? Papers of some kind? Perhaps it was the
roll of film Ryan had tucked away in his pants pocket. Her reaction to Webb's divorce had
Ryan sat up in bed and looked over at Jarrod, who was sound
asleep. There was no class today. It was Saturday, he let Jarrod sleep.
After dressing himself in jeans and a T-shirt, Ryan walked
over to the student activities building where The Forum offices were. He found Alan
slumped over his desk, staring off into space.
"Alan, you okay?" Ryan called out. Alan lifted his
head up and acknowledged Ryan's presence.
"Yeah, I didn't sleep very much last night." he
replied, looking back down at his layout board.
"Me neither." Ryan agreed. "Can we talk, off
Alan looked back up intrigued, and nodded his head towards
the door. Ryan closed it
and sat down next to Alan. "What's on your mind
"What we talk about here." Ryan explained.
"Cannot leave this room, until the time is right, okay?" Alan nodded. "I've
been doing a little investigating of my own, with some help from a mutual friend. I have
reason to believe that Webb's murder was premeditated and calculated."
Alan's eyes widened with shock and surprise. "What led
you to this conclusion?"
Ryan continued. "Word got around that whoever wrote the
best cover story for Webb's murder, would get the by-line. I did a little digging to get
the inside story about Webb, but what I found, I didn't like. It may be nothing Alan, but
my gut is screaming that something it really wrong. There are pieces of the big puzzle
that don't fit."
"In example?" Alan asked, facing Ryan now, hands on
"Did you know that Webb was suing his wife for a
divorce?" Ryan asked. Alan was taken aback.
"I knew there were some problems." he answered.
"But nothing that extreme. How do you know this?"
"Ask me another day Alan, its better you don't know
right now. There could be fallout." Ryan explained. Alan nodded in agreement. "I
also found some other things." Ryan pulled two cards out of his pocket. Alan picked
them up and studied them.
"I guess it doesn't bear asking where you got these
from?" Alan inquired. Ryan shook his head. "TLC." Alan said out loud.
"I don't recognize the phone number."
Ryan reached for the phone and dialed the number. "Maybe
I'll recognize the voice." he said listening attentively. After a few seconds, Ryan
put the phone back in its cradle.
"Well?" Alan asked.
"Its a beeper." Ryan said. "Whoever TLC is,
they're getting paged right now." Alan was studying the other card. Looking at it
through the light. "Does that mean anything to you?"
"No." Alan replied. "It looks like a riddle of
some kind. Meant to imply that Webb was in some kind of a mess. 'A tangled Webb we weave.'
I'm pretty sure it means Webb had gotten himself into some kind of trouble. It was printed
with a laser printer. Our murderous friend has, or has access to some kind of word
Ryan thought for a sec. The second card on Webbs body
was printed by a laser printer. So Tiffany had said.
"Alan, this is the part I really don't want getting
out." Ryan warned. "There was another card like this one found on Webb's body
yesterday. This came from a really reliable source. The card read, 'Ring me a Porter.' The
word Porter was capitalized." Alan looked away towards the window for a moment, then
back at the card.
"Okay Ryan, this is my hunch. The word Webb on this card
was capitalized, as it was a name. Porter might be another name too. If what your saying
"I'm fairly certain it is." Ryan confirmed.
"Are there any instructor's here with the name Porter?"
"I don't think so." Alan said, obviously racking
his brain to recall the information. "I'll go check it out." he insisted.
"Ryan, don't let anymore of this get out. I'm glad you told me, but others might not
be so understanding. You could get implemented in Webb's murder if the wrong people know
you have this kind of information."
Ryan agreed thinking that Alan was probably over dramatizing
the scenario. There was no mention made of the film Ryan was hiding, and Ryan wanted it
that way. There might be something there that he wanted to see first. Alan left the office
leaving Ryan alone.
Ryan wondered, who did the beeper belong too? What was TLC,
or who was TLC? "Tender loving care." Ryan said out loud to no one. "The
love connection?" Deep down, Ryan suspected something else, but didn't want to think
about it. He picked up the phone and dialed the pager number again, entering 03-23-95. The
date of Austin Webbs murder.
Now he would wait, and see if anyone started acting strange.
Ryan left Alan a note that he would be back soon and left the
Ryan took the film to the Cranberry Mall, located in
mid-Westminster about ten minutes from the college. There was a same day developing lab
there. Foto's While You Wait. The humor in the name of that store is that a Japanese man
named Foto owned the store. Thus, Foto's While You Wait. Ryan left explicit instructions
that he wanted every picture developed, even if it was blank. He then proceeded to drive
back to the college, stopping at the public library en route. Webb or no Webb, he still
had the assignment of researching the alleged haunting of Alumni Hall and other places in
Carroll County. The book his father had spoke of, the one that listed and detailed haunted
sites in Carroll County was in fact there. Ryan checked out the book, smirking the whole
time. The book ended up someone on the floor of the passenger side of his car. Ryan then
finished his trip back to the college to see if Tiffany was awake.
She was in fact gone. According to her roommate, Melissa, she
would be gone all weekend.
"Where did she go?" Ryan asked her. Melissa
shrugged her shoulders, inviting Ryan into the dorm.
"Haven't a clue." she replied walking into the
bathroom. Ryan was familiar with Melissa. She was an overweight sophomore who had no real
social life. Tiffany had tried endlessly to fix her up with various friends and
acquaintances. Mysteriously, they were all involved or unavailable at the time. Ryan was
nice enough to take her to the movies once to try and score points with Tiffany. That plan
had backfired, obviously.
Ryan looked around the room. "When did she leave?"
"About nine or so." She replied. Ryan looked at his
watch, it was nine fifteen.
"Melissa, that was fifteen minutes ago!" Ryan
"Yeah, so?" she snapped back leaning out the
bathroom door to shoot him a look of confusion. Ryan stood up and looked at Tiffany's
"Forget it." he muttered, looking more closely at
the items on top of the bureau. It was a combination of the usual things any female would
keep in her room. Make up, hair scrunchies, jewelry, a few cards, pictures.
A few cards? Ryan reached for one. It was signed, Love, me.
"Missy, was Tiffany seeing anyone recently?"
"I don't think so. Why?" she asked.
"I was just wondering who sent her the cards."
"Oh, those have been there forever." She informed
him. "I think they were from Karl." Karl had been Tiffany's last steady
boyfriend. He wasn't real nice to her in the end of the relationship, and she ended up
leaving him. Although she never admitted to it, Ryan suspected Karl had been hitting her.
He then studied Tiffany's high school diploma. She had
graduated from Westminster High School three years ago, with honors. He chuckled to
himself. "Nerd." he muttered. A high school yearbook was lying underneath her
diploma. It was blue with her full name imprinted in the upper right hand corner. Tiffany
Lynne Cutter. Ryan was a bit surprised. He wasn't aware that Tiffany's middle name was
Lynne. And then it hit him.
TLC were initials. Tiffany's initials.
Ryan sat down on Tiffany's bed and put his head in his hands.
He could never recall seeing a beeper in Tiffany's pocket. And even if she did have one,
why would Austin Webb have the number to it?
Melissa walked out of the bathroom. "Ryan?" she
asked. "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm a bit confused I think." he replied. He
looked up at Melissa. "Does Tiffany have a beeper? I really need to get a hold of
"I think so." She said scratching her head.
"I've heard one go off before. Unfortunately, I don't know what the number is."
Ryan glanced down into the trashcan. There was nothing to see except Kleenex smeared with
make up as if Tiffany had been crying, and a piece of paper with writing on it.
"Whats going on here Ryan?"
"I'm not sure." he answered picking up the piece of
paper. It was a phone number. "I think there's something wrong with Tiffany."
Ryan memorized the phone number, JL5-1200. It looked to be a business number. He threw the
piece of paper back into the trash can.
"What? You know what's wrong with her?"
"Unfortunately, no. She's been acting weird." Ryan
"Tell me about it." Melissa said firmly. Ryan
looked back up at her again, confused.
"What do you mean?" he asked anxiously. "What
she been doing?"
"I know the signs Ryan." she said, looking him in
the eye. "I've seen this before. Crying about the littlest things, having to pee all
the time, not being able to hold down food, her breasts getting bigger. Ryan, I really
think Tiffany is pregnant."
Back in his own dorm room, Ryan was sitting on his own bed in
shock. Tiffany, pregnant? It just didn't seem possible. She had broken up with Karl right
after she started college. That had to have been at least six or seven months ago. Tiffany
was not a slut. She might have been a party animal and a tease, but an easy lay? No way.
Ryan knew her too well. If she was sleeping with someone, he would have known about it.
There was a slight buzzing sound in the room last lasted
about a second. Ryan looked towards the window expecting to see an insect of some kind
trying to escape. There was nothing. The buzz happened again about three minutes later. He
looked around the room to see what it could be. Jarrod was gone, which was odd, because he
usually slept in till noon on the weekends. Ryan checked the bathroom and found nothing.
He heard the buzz again as he walked back into the room. The beeper on Jarrod's bureau was
buzzing. It was set on vibrate.
This struck Ryan as odd also. Jarrod always had his beeper
with him when he was out. Ryan picked up the pager and looked at it. It was not
Jarrods regular pager. His was black with a belt clip. This one was clear, so one
could see the electronics inside, and there was no clip. Ryan looked at the display. It
read 2 PAGES. Against his better judgment, he looked at who the pages were from. The first
page simply read TONE ONLY. This meant somebody called the pager and didn't leave a
number. The second page left Ryan speechless. It read, 03-23-95.
"What the hell is this?" he asked himself in panic.
Jarrod had a second beeper. Ryan knew Jarrod's beeper number, and it was not JL5-1279, the
number for this beeper. What the hell did Jarrod need with a second beeper? The same
beeper that Webb had a number to, that was listed under Tiffany's initials?
None of this was making any kind of logical sense. For a
second, Ryan got the horrible image of Webb, Jarrod, and Tiffany in a threesome situation.
The thought was quickly dismissed as silliness as the phone
rang, startling Ryan. He picked up the phone on the second ring. "Hello?"
"Is Ryan Thomas there?"
"This is he."
"Ryan, its Mike Wagner." he said. Ryan was having
brain gridlock. The span of silence gave him away." You know, Mike, with The Forum,
"Oh yeah, Mike. I'm sorry." Ryan apologized.
"I was on cloud nine somewhere. What's up."
"Not much. Your pictures are done dude." he said.
"Boy, are they done."
"Your calling from Foto's While You Wait?" Ryan
asked, surprised. He did not realize Mike was employed there.
"Yeah, I work here on the weekends dude. Anyway, your
pictures are done. You animal." he smirked. Ryan was confused. "Theoretically, I
shouldn't give these back to you."
"Why is that?" Ryan asked, concerned.
"Our company policy doesn't allow us to print and return
pornographic material." Mike said. The shocks just didn't stop coming for Ryan. This
was turning out to be one hell of a weekend. "But, seeing how your with the paper and
all, I figure I'd print 'em and give 'em to you anyway. But you owe me one pal."
"Pornographic material?" Ryan asked, dumbfounded.
Naked pictures? Sexual acts? Just what kind of shit was Webb into anyway?
"Yeah, you know, like naked pictures of women, actual
penetration in some cases." Mike was saying, sounding envious. "I wasn't aware
you and Tiffany had a thing."
That was it.
Ryan could take no more. "Mike, hold onto them. I'll be
Ryan wasted no time in getting to the mall. It was the
fastest he had ever gotten there. Mike was waiting faithfully at Foto's, pictures safely
in a pouch in hand. Ryan practically snatched them out of Mike's hand and proceeded to
"No dude." Mike said. "Not here. If someone
sees these, I could get in a shit load of trouble."
"Of course." Ryan said, reaching for his wallet.
"Can you get out of here for a few minutes?" Ryan was going to have to do damage
control on Mike to keep word of these pictures quiet. In order to do this, Ryan was going
to have to speak with Mike privately.
"Yeah, hold on." Mike said turning to face an older
Japanese man. "Foto, I'm gonna get a soda, you want anything?" The old man shook
his head. Ryan paid for the pictures and the two men left for the food court. Once out of
the store, Ryan ripped the pouch open and started flipping through the pictures. He felt
his heart sink into his stomach as he looked at them, not realizing he had stopped
Ryan felt faint. "I need to sit down for a sec." He
told Mike. Mike looked at him with concern.
"No." Ryan replied, bluntly. He was looking at
pictures of Tiffany. Naked pictures. She was posing nude. Holding her breasts, feeling
herself, masturbating herself. Some pictures showed Tiffany being penetrated by the man
who was holding the camera. Pictures of Tiffany giving this man a blow job. Pictures of
Tiffany with semen on her pubic hair, stomach, breasts, and face. "I think I'm gonna
Mike looked confused. Ryan looked at Tiffany's face, her
eyes. She was not sober. It appeared that she was either drunk or high. There was not one
picture of the man. But Ryan knew who it was, there was only one person it could be.
Austin Webb. Austin Webb was having an affair with Tiffany Cutter.
"You mean this isn't you with Tiffany?" Mike asked,
sounding almost disappointed. Ryan put the pictures back into the pouch.
"No, this isn't me." Ryan whispered, sounding hurt.
"I don't know who this is." It was a lie, but Ryan couldn't explain to Mike what
was going on.
"Oh man, I'm sorry." Mike sympathized. "This
is way uncool." Mike was obviously under the impression the Ryan and Tiffany were
seeing each other. And Ryan just found out that Tiffany was cheating on him. This was
good, it would keep Mike away from the truth. Ryan would cover for Tiffany, if necessary.
"Are these the only copies?" Ryan asked looking at
Mike now with concern.
"Yeah man, thats it." He replied. "The
negatives are in there too." Ryan nodded. He didn't need these pictures circulating
around the campus.
"Good." Ryan sighed, slightly relieved. "Do me
a big favor would you?"
"You never saw these. Okay?"
"Sure man, I don't know shit about anything." Mike
proclaimed. "Are you gonna be okay?"
The next step Ryan needed to take was to confront Tiffany.
But Tiffany was gone for the weekend. Then there was Jarrod. He was gone too, and although
Ryan had paged him several times, there was no return call. Jarrod had disappeared into
thin air. Ryan tried him at Pizza-To-Go, but he was not there. Ryan took Jarrod's second
pager and kept it with him, hoping someone would beep it.
Then there was the number in Tiffany's trashcan. It was worth
a call, just to see who answered.
"Red Barn Motel, may I help you?" the voice on the
other end of the line asked. Ryan was going to hang up, but found himself talking instead.
"Hi, my name is...Austin, I'm looking for a friend of
mine, who might be staying there." Ryan explained. "Could you tell me if she
might be there?"
"What's her name sir?"
"Cutter, Tiffany Cutter."
"One moment sir." the voice said dutifully.
Silence. "I'm sorry sir, no one registered here under the name Tiffany Cutter."
Ryan was disappointed, but relentless. "She might have
used the last name Webb. Could you check that please?"
"One moment please." Silence. "I have someone
listed under A. Webb."
"That's it." Ryan exclaimed. "Could you ring
that room for me please?"
"Yes sir, that's room 205, hold please." the
monotone voice instructed. The phone on the other end was ringing. Ryan had no idea what
he was going to say if anyone picked up. There was no answer after seven rings. The
operator returned. "there doesn't seem to be anybody there sir. Would you like to
leave a message?"
"No." Ryan said. "Could you tell me where your
located, maybe I'll just surprise her."
"Certainly." the voice chimed. "We're located
at 1541 Main Street in Owings Mills, right across from the movie theater."
"Right." Ryan piped up. "I know where that is.
Thank you." He hung up the phone. "Jesus, Owings Mills. What the hell have you
gotten yourself into Tiffany?"
Owings Mills was about a half hour drive from Westminster.
Ryan drove there as fast as he could without breaking any major speeding laws. Tiffany was
pregnant with Austin Webb's baby, and now Webb was dead. What the hell was she doing all
the way out here in the big city? Ryan was now truly afraid that Tiffany was involved in
The Red Barn motel was not difficult to find. True to its
name, the main building was in the shape of a barn, and it was painted red. Ryan
recognized Tiffany's car immediately. It was parked at the rear of the lot, and sat
isolated. Tiffany appeared to be alone. Ryan parked next to her car and approached door
205. He was scared. What was he going to find on the other side?
The door slowly opened as Tiffany peeked around the side. She
looked exhausted and hurt. Their eyes met, and there were no words as she fell into his
arms, crying. He held her. "It's going to be okay." He told her.
"I started seeing Austin in January." Tiffany
explained. She and Ryan were sitting in the hotel room. It was about noon. "Nobody
knew about us. We managed to keep it a secret. Austin's wife, Linda, was cheating on him
with some guy who owns his own business. But he never approached me. I went to him. It was
a rebound thing, ya know, from Karl?..."
The day Austin Webb had discovered his wife was cheating on
him was the same day Tiffany Cutter had ended her relationship with Karl Cross. It was the
classic story of two ships passing in the night. Or two people passing in an empty
Tiffany had been crying to herself as she scooted quickly out
of the student activities building. Austin Webb had been coming in to speak with Alan
Kittridge about an ad in The Forum when he found her.
"Tiffany? Are you okay?" Austin asked as Tiffany
was trying to wipe the tears off her face.
"Yes." She said quickly, knowing she was not
fooling him. She had always thought of Austin Webb as an attractive man, and didnt
want to ruin her image of herself to him. She wanted him, and other men like him to find
"Are you sure? You dont look okay."
"Yes Professor Webb, Im fine."
"Austin." He said, surprising her. "Out of
class, you can call me Austin."
Tiffany looked at him unsure. Was this some kind of come on?
Her eyes quickly scanned the masculine physic of his body. When she looked up at his eyes,
she could feel his stare on her breasts. Tiffany smiled slightly knowing that Austin Webb
was having a sexual fantasy about her body right at that moment in time.
"Yes, Austin." She said, flipping her hair back in
a flirtatious way and lowering her eyelids. "Ill be okay now." Tiffany
started to walk away, giving an extra sway to her ass as she knew Austin was watching her
Austin in fact did watch her walk away until she disappeared
around the corner of the hall and out of the building. He turned back around and shook his
head, adjusting himself below the waist to accommodate the sudden erection. Austin went
about his business with The Forum.
Tiffany has been waiting for Austin outside of the student
activities building. It was dusk when Austin finally breezed through the door and out into
the quad. Tiffany followed him, calling out his name. Austin turned around to see Tiffany
walking seductively towards him. He watched her breasts sway as she walked.
"Tiffany." He greeted. "How are you
"Im fine, how are you?"
Austin chuckled, remembering his adulterous wife. "Moot
point. Just having some family problems."
"I didnt realize you had children." Tiffany
"I dont I just found out that my wife...." He
began, stopping himself.
"Youre wife what?" Tiffany asked, shifting
herself so her hip was faced in his direction.
Austin swallowed, knowing that this conversation could cross
the student/teacher relationship line. "My wife...is cheating. With some shmuck who
owns his own business."
"You dont know who it is?"
"You want to tell me about it?" Tiffany asked. She
was finding herself becoming incredibly aroused at the thought of sleeping with a married
"I dont think I should...."
"Oh come on Austin," She said deeply.
"Confide in me."
At that moment in time, Austin Webb lost complete self
control. "We shouldnt talk here." He said. "Lets go to my
"Lead the way." Tiffany whispered with a giggle.
Ryans eyes were wide open in shock at Tiffanys
"Tiffany Lynne!" He exclaimed. "You slept with
him that same night?"
"I dont know what happened back then Ryan."
Tiffany admitted. "I had so much hurt, and there was Austin, hurting the same way
about his wife. It just happened."
"How long did it go on?"
"The affair only lasted for a couple of months. It
wasn't that exciting really, he had a little dick." Tiffany explained. Ryan chuckled.
"He gave me a key to his office so I could wait for him until everyone left the
building. We would get drunk, or high sometimes, and fuck like animals. He had a lot of
frustrations ya know, with his wife not putting out and then fucking another man? In
return , he did favors for me. He bought me presents, gave me spending money, and I would
never fail his class.
"He didn't love me, I've always know that. I was just a
piece of ass he took good care of, so he would have someone to fuck when he got horny. I
ended the relationship late February. I got pregnant, and it changed everything..."
"Austin, I really cant see you anymore."
Tiffany said. They were in his all to familiar setting of his office. The look on
Austins face was one of hurt shock.
"What?" He asked. "Why? What happened?"
"Nothing happened. This is just getting to
dangerous." Tiffany replied. "Besides, you are married, and I dont want to
spend the rest of my life being the other woman."
"You dont have to be jealous of Linda. I told you
"Im not jealous of your wife!" Tiffany
snapped. "Your wife is an unfeeling cunt!"
"Well then whats the problem? Its not like
we are a happily married couple. I was thinking about filing for divorce." Austin
"Dont change your life for me Austin! It
isnt going to make a difference. This just isnt right for me anymore."
"You?" Austin asked surprised. "What about me?
Dont I have a say in this. Tiffany, I love you."
"No you dont Austin. You just think you do because
I am such a great fuck. Thats all we ever had. Sex. I dont love you Austin, I
dont. I have a strong physical attraction for you, but thats it. We are from
two different worlds, and it just could never work out." Tiffany explained.
Austin stood up. "I dont believe that Tiffany.
There is something else going on here, isnt there?"
"No." She said taking the clear plastic beeper out
of her pocket, and putting it on his desk. "You should take this back. We wont
be needing it anymore."
"My God, youre serious!"
"Yes, I am. Im really sorry Austin, I just
cant do this anymore." Tiffany turned to leave and was almost out the door when
Austin called out...
"Are your pregnant Tiffany?"
Tiffany stopped dead in her tracks and closed her eyes in
frustration. What was she going to do, lie to him? Her silence gave her away.
"You are! Arent you!" Austin exclaimed.
Tiffany turned around to glare at him. Why was he so excited about this.
"Im going to take care of it Austin. You
dont have to worry about a thing."
"NO, DONT!!!!" He exclaimed with a huge
"What?" Tiffany asked in disgusted shock.
"Austin, I dont want this baby. Im not ready to be a mother yet."
Austin was ecstatic as he looked around the room with that
huge horrible grin on his face. "This is great!"
"Didnt you hear me at all?" Tiffany snapped.
"Im not keeping the child. I am getting rid of it."
"You cant do that!" Austin said in panic.
"This may be my last chance..."
"Last chance for what?"
"You cant get rid of it Tiffany. You just
"I can and I will. It is my body, and its my
choice!" Tiffany declared
"No, you cant. I wont let you!"
Tiffany looked at him with fear. "What is that supposed
to mean?" She whispered.
"Have you told anybody else about this yet?" Austin
"You know I havent. Nobody knows about us."
"Then may I suggest you not cross me on this, or I will
make your life a living hell! Not only will I flunk you out of my class, but I will make
sure you never graduate from this college. After that, I will spread the word about how
you seduced me and deliberately got pregnant to keep me. After that, I will spread the
word that you are a cheap slut who will sleep with anyone who had a dick between his
Tiffany took a step back with her hands covering her mouth.
"You wouldnt?" She whispered.
"I can and I will." Austin said standing his
ground. "We will find a way to break this news to the public in a way that would be
acceptable. I will divorce my wife and we will go away somewhere."
"I DONT WANT TO GO AWAY WITH YOU!" Tiffany
screamed through her sobs. "I DONY WANT ANY OF THIS!"
"You should have though about that before you so eagerly
spread your legs for me!"
"Who are you?" She sobbed. "This is not the
same Austin Webb I knew!"
"No Tiffany, its still me." Austin insisted.
"You will realize in the end that this is the right thing to do. Take some time to
think about it. But DO NOT get an abortion. You know what will happen if you
Tiffany ran out of the room crying.
She didnt know who to go to now. She didnt know
what to do.
"Didn't you practice safe sex?" Ryan asked.
"At first." She replied. "In the beginning, we
used condoms. But that lasted for a whole week. Then he put me on the pill. The problem
was, he didn't want to wait a whole month for the pill to take effect, so he pulled out.
Apparently, it didn't work. I was so afraid of Austin telling everybody I was a slut. It
just isnt true. You know that don't you, Ryan?"
"Yes Tiff, I know your not a slut." he replied
"I didn't know what to do." Tiffany continued.
"I didn't have anyone to turn too. I was thinking about transferring to another
college. One far away from here."
"You should have come to me." Ryan offered. "I
would have understood."
"I didn't want you to look at me any differently that
you do now." she said. "You would have looked at me like I was a slut, and I
didn't want that. I like the way you look at me now, even if it is at my breasts."
Ryan got a good chuckle out of that. You could always count on Tiffany to be direct.
"But now, Austin is dead. I had the abortion earlier this morning. I was going to
stay away from the college until I fully recovered, and no one would have known any
"Oh please Tiffany." Ryan retorted. "You don't
think you would have been missed? I missed you after only a few hours." She smiled
romantically as she leaned over and kissed him full on the mouth.
"I really am fond of you Ryan." She whispered.
"Don't ever change." Ryan looked away knowing that he was blushing.
"Let me ask you something else Tiff." He inquired,
changing the subject. "What WERE you looking for in Webb's office last night?
Anything in particular?"
"Not really." she said, avoiding eye contact. Ryan
knew she was lying, but decided not to pursue it.
"Did you know about the divorce?" he asked.
"Actually, I did not." she replied, looking him in
the eye this time. "That surprised me. Austin talked about leaving his wife, but I
didnt think he was serious."
"Does Webb's wife know about you?"
"I don't think so." she answered. "I can't be
sure. He didn't talk about Linda all that often. He never told me that she knew about me,
so I would think that she does not know."
"Makes sense." Ryan said getting up off and bed to
look out the window. It was a dreary, overcast day.
This is the aftermath. Ryan thought. "Tiff,"
Ryan began. "I don't want to have to ask you this, but I feel I have to cover all the
"I knew we were coming to this." She interrupted.
"No Ryan, I didn't kill Austin Webb." Ryan never turned to face her when she
talked. He didn't want to see her eyes to see if she was lying or not.
He turned around to face her again. "Okay, I believe
Ryan and Tiffany returned to Western Maryland College later
that day. They had grabbed a bite to eat, and gone to the movies. Ryan did not ask Tiffany
about the pager, as Ryan figured she might not know about it. There was no sense in
telling her more than she needed to know at this point. Tiffany, was still hiding
something. The pager inquisition was being saved for Jarrod. After all, it WAS on his
bureau. Tiffany went back to her dorm to rest, making up whatever story she had to tell
Melissa about her early arrival. It was a little before five when Ryan found Jarrod in
their dorm. He was working on his laptop computer. A Compaq something-or-other. Ryan could
never remember exactly what is was. The only thing he knew, and that was only because
Jarrod kept drilling it into his head, was that the computer was a 486 , 8 meg, with a 680
hard drive. It had a speed of 100MHz with a 3.5 floppy drive and a quad speed CD-ROM
drive. Everything upgradable of course. Jarrods program of choice? Windows 3.1. With
the anticipation of knowing that Microsoft was coming out with a new program later this
summer, tentatively called Windows95. Jarrod could not wait.
"Hey man." Ryan greeted as he walked through the
door. Jarrod never looked up from the monitor.
"What's up bro?"
"Not much." Ryan replied. "Pretty boring day.
Where did you go this morning? I tried to beep you a couple of times. I never heard from
"I went to get some exercise over at the mall, then I
decided to take in a movie." Jarrod replied, typing a mile a minute, still not
looking up from the monitor. He stopped to pick up a ticket stub of the desk. "The
movie was called Pulp Fiction. I only went to see it because Quentin Tarintino wrote the
"Oh yes." Ryan said. "The same guy who did
Reservoir Dogs. Good flick."
Jarrod began to type again and said, "You didn't happen
to see a beeper on top of my dresser did you?"
Ryan looked cautiously over at Jarrod who was paying no mind
to him. "Can't sat that I have dude, why?"
"No reason," he answered. "Actually, I found
it on the parking lot by your car last night. I thought it might be yours."
"I don't have a beeper Jarrod." Ryan stated sitting
down on his bed.
"I know. I thought maybe you had gotten one, and lost it
already." he joked. Ryan looked over at Jarrod doubtfully to see him smirking. Ryan
reached into his pocket and brought out the beeper. He bent down to take his shoes off and
placed the beeper on the floor underneath Jarrod's bureau. Jarrod would find it
eventually. Ryan was fairly convinced it was Tiffany's beeper, and she had simply
misplaced hit. She often parked next to Ryan's car.
"Well, just take it to lost and found." Ryan
suggested. Jarrod typed on, still not looking over.
"If I can find the damn thing." he stated, "It
was on top of my dresser. It ain't there anymore."
Ryan looked over, pretending that he was curious. "I
don't see it either."
Jarrod finally turned away from his computer to look at the
bureau, and then around the room. "Son of a BITCH! It was up there last night. Are
you sure you didn't see it?"
"Did you try the floor?" Ryan asked sarcastically.
Jarrod scanned the floor. The return look of sarcasm on his face said it all.
"Fuck you butt munch, I must have missed it." he
snarled. Ryan laughed as Jarrod reached for the pager and returned it to the top of the
bureau. "I'll take it down later."
"What are ya working on?" Ryan asked trying to peek
at the screen.
"Paper for English." Jarrod replied. "Due
Monday. I've been procrastinating."
Ryan laughed. He and Jarrod had that class together. The
phone rang. "I guess so." Ryan jeered. "That assignment was given out damn
near three weeks ago. I'll get it." Ryan reached for the phone. "Hello?"
"Ryan? It's Alan." he said quickly.
"What going on chief?"
"I think you should get down here right away." Alan
sounded serious. "There's something I need to show you, and it ain't pretty."
"I'll be down right away." Ryan said hanging up the
phone. "Gotta go bro. Want me to run that pager to lost and found for you?"
"If you want." Jarrod said, not caring. "Is
there a problem at the paper?"
"No. No, nothing like that." Ryan said trying not
to look anxious. "Its personal, I think something's wrong with Alans car."
Ryan started to walk out the door. "Later." Jarrod
nodded, typing furiously.
Ryan ran all the way across campus to the student activities
building where Alan Kittridge was waiting for him.
Alan graduated from W.M.C. back in 1971. He was a husband to
his lovely wife, Nora, and a father to three children, ages six, nine, and eighteen. His
eldest, a daughter was overseas in Italy as a part of a student exchange program. Alan was
back at W.M.C. to earn his Masters degree and eventually, a pH.D.. His veteran
status earned him editor of The Forum. A paper he worked on for four years, a little over
two decades ago. He knew the in's and out's of the college, and had a lot of connections
here, and in Westminster. Alan would prove very helpful in Ryan's investigation of
Alan was waiting in the newspaper office when Ryan showed up,
out of breath from running all the way. Alan looked serious, which was rare. Ryan was
starting to wonder if he had done something wrong.
"What is it Alan?" Ryan asked, hitching a breath.
Alan held up his hand.
"As before Ryan." he warned. "This must not
leave the room." Ryan nodded as Alan opened the top desk drawer next to the layout
board. "Come take a look."
Ryan walked over to the desk and looked into the drawer.
There, pushed off to one side, wrapped sloppily in a paper towel, was a rather large
kitchen knife. Ryan looked up at Alan. "This is the desk that Tiffany uses most of
"I know." Alan answered. "I was in there a
couple days ago to get a felt tip pen. This wasn't there then."
"Is there blood on it?" Ryan asked.
"I don't think so." Alan answered. "I haven't
touched it to look yet. I don't want my prints on that thing in case the cops come
Ryan looked at Alan with sarcasm. "Don't you think your
being just a bit paranoid Alan?" he asked.
"Off the record again? I received an anonymous tip from
someone who says they witnessed a student arguing with Webb on the afternoon of the day he
Ryan stared at Alan with disbelief. "You can't be
"You'll never guess who it was."
Ryan said, "Tiffany Cutter."
Alan looked at him like he was crazy. "No. It was Jarrod
Mayfield. Why the hell would you say Tiffany?"
"Long story." Ryan dodged. "Are you sure it
was Jarrod Mayfield? The computer nerd?"
"Yep. Apparently it had something to do with a low
grade." Alan said. Ryan could believe that. Jarrod was very animate about his grades.
The phone rang. Ryan was looking at Alan doubtfully as he
picked up the phone. "The Forum, this is Ryan. May I help you?"
"Ryan, its Jarrod. Flip on the T.V. down there, channel
13. You are not gonna believe this shit." Ryan motioned for Alan to turn the T.V. on.
"Channel 13." Ryan instructed. Alan located the
correct channel. It was the local news, and nobody believed what they heard.
"...a second murder with in two days. Police aren't
releasing much information at this point except that this murder may be connected to the
one the occurred two days ago at Western Maryland College in Westminster. Sources close
the channel thirteen say that the latest victim, forty six year old Duncan Porter, a
resident of Owings Mills, was also branded with the same symbol found on the victim at
W.M.C. The symbol apparently is that of a bird of sorts, with its wings extended. But as
of this hour, these facts cannot be confirmed."
"Jarrod, I'll get back to you." Ryan said and hung
up the phone. He was looking at Alan. "'Ring me a Porter', Duncan Porter, good call
"I hate it when I'm right." he said, not really
joking. The channel 13 news had switched to another story, Alan turned the T.V. down. Ryan
turned around and looked at the knife in the dresser. Alan continued. "I was going to
tell you that there was nobody listed at the college, personnel or students, with the name
Porter. But, I guess that's moot now."
"Alan, what time did you notice the knife here?"
"I don't know, about an hour ago, maybe an hour and a
"I don't know." Ryan said softly.
Alan grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around. It
took Ryan by surprise. There was a fierce look in Alan's eyes. "Bullshit! Kid, I've
known you almost three years, I know when your lying. Your not telling me something, and I
want to know what it is!" Alan let Ryan go. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare
"Its cool Alan, are you okay?"
"Look, Austin Webb was a REAL good friend of mine."
Alan explained. "His death has hit me in a place I didn't know existed. It hurts real
bad, and its driving me crazy that none of this makes any sense. Fuck journalism, fuck the
paper, fuck the front page story. I don't give a shit about any of those things right now.
Another person is dead with the same MO used on Webb. My gut feeling tells me that these
murders are just the beginning of a really sick serial killer."
"Yeah, I had the same thought..."
"Ryan, you are one of the best writers to come through
here in a long time. You have the nose for this kind of work. I want you to help me figure
this thing out. Between the two of us, we can figure this thing out."
"But the police will..."
"To HELL with the police. You know as well as I do that
they're going to drag their feet solving this murder. Thats the way it works in the
real world. To the cops, its just a fucking file folder with a number on it. Thats
all Austin Webb means to them. He's a fucking number. Austin Webb was a human being, who
I've known for a long time. If the cops want to treat him like a number, fine! Then let
them do whatever the hell they want. I'll figure this thing out. And I'll do whatever I
have to do to make it so." Ryan was touched by the compassion and emotion Alan was
displaying. It was so unlike him. Alan extended his hand to Ryan. "Are you in on this
with me? I'm gonna do this with or without you."
This was another one of those situations where Ryan should
have just hit the deck running. Instead he took Alan's hand. "No secrets." Ryan
They shook. "No secrets." Alan agreed.
Ryan reached into his pocket and pulled out the pager,
slamming it on top of the layout board. "That beeper number I showed you earlier. The
one that was on that rolodex card? Here it is!"
Alan stared at the beeper for several seconds in silence.
"How much do you really know?" he asked harshly.
"You might want to sit down for this one Alan. Your not
going to like what I'm about to tell you." Ryan warned. Alan sat and placed his hand
over half his face, as if he had a headache.
"Okay, hit me."
"That beeper belongs to Tiffany Lynne Cutter, out
infamous TLC." Ryan began. " It was a weird turn of events, so listen carefully.
Tiffany claims to have a source close to the City Police, a friend if you will. This is
how I found out about the 'Ring me a Porter' clue. She told me about the 'who will get the
by-line' thing with the paper. She wanted to go in as partners. I tentatively agreed. We
ended up searching Webb's office last night. Tiffany knew the security guard apparently,
and eventually, we finagled our way into the building. Tiff had a key to Webb's
"How is that possible?" Alan asked.
"Let me finish." Alan raised his hand in apology.
"Tiffany went through the file cabinet and found nothing. I think she was looking for
something specific, and didn't find it. I searched the desk, and didn't find anything
either. The card with the tangled Webb thing and the TLC number were both tucked away in
"There was also a briefcase I searched. In it was a roll
of undeveloped film, some divorce papers, and a letter from his lawyer about a change in
his will. It didn't specify what changes were made. That was about it for the search. This
morning, after I met with you, I found that beeper on top of Jarrod's bureau, with the
numbers I dialed into it. It didn't make any sense. Jarrod later told me he found the
beeper in the parking lot last night, by my car. Now, Tiffany sometimes parks next to me,
so, I'm assuming it's hers. That's the only thing that makes sense."
Alan asked, "Did you check out the roll of film?"
"Yeah, brace yourself, this is where it gets
weird." Ryan said. Alan looked prepared. "I took the film over to Foto's. Mike
Wagner ended up developing the pictures, and just as well, if anyone else had done it, we
would have never have known what was on that roll of film." Ryan took a breath.
"They were naked pictures of Tiffany. Some of her posing, some of her engaged in
sexual acts with Webb. I left them in the glove box of my car." Ryan paused so that
Alan could accept what he was hearing.
"Are you sure it was Webb?"
"Yeah, it gets worse." Ryan continued.
"Tiffany disappeared this morning. But I managed to track her down to a motel in
Owings Mills. She was pregnant with Webb's kid. About three months along. Anyway, she had
an abortion this morning. Webb wouldn't let her have one. Tiffany claims Webb was going to
fail her and ruin her life if she did get one. Now, Tiffany says she didn't know about the
divorce and that Webb's wife, Linda, doesn't know about the affair."
"I had no idea any of this was going on." Alan
"You didn't?" Ryan barked. "I'm one of
Tiffany's closest friends, and I didn't even get a whiff of any of this." There was
"Ryan." Alan said.
"Got anymore of them cigarettes left?"
"Yeah." he replied, tossing him the pack, with
matches. It was a non-smoking building. But on a Saturday, with no one else around? Who
was gonna tell.
The two men smoked in silence, pondering the situation.
Occasionally glancing at the knife in the desk drawer. Both of them deciding if they
wanted to accuse Tiffany of the murder, and neither one of them wanting to.
"You still got them pictures?" Alan asked.
Ryan nodded. "They're in my car."
"Go get them, and bring them here." Alan
instructed. "We have to make absolutely sure that those pictures do not get out. Now,
what about Wagner?"
"Taken care of." Ryan assured. "He thinks
Tiffany and I are dating, and that I discovered her cheating on me."
"Good, go get those pictures."
Ryan ran back across campus to his car. He attempted to open
the passenger side door, but it was locked. Ryan stopped and tried to remember locking his
passenger door. He never locked his passenger door. The car was a 1981 Corolla, and there
was nothing of real value in the automobile itself. He figured he didn't need to lock the
door. Besides, it had always been a real pain to have to unlock it every time somebody got
into the damn car anyway. Ryan saw the pictures hanging out of the glove box, and
thats all that mattered. The pictures were there.
Ryan brought the pictures back to Alan at the newspaper
office. Alan took them and locked them in his personal safe. Nobody knew how to get into
that. The pictures would be safe there.
"I hate to be the one to say this Ryan." Alan said.
"But, It look like Tiffany may have had something to do with Webbs death."
Ryan lowered his eyes to the ground. he didn't want to hear
that, but he knew the possibility existed. "I know." he whispered. "She
says she didn't do it, but I think she's still hiding something from me."
There was a knock at the door. It was Jarrod with news.
"They released some more information about the guy who was killed in Owings Mills. He
was killed this morning about ten thirty or so by an explosion in his kitchen. That's all
the press is saying." Jarrod was smiling like he knew more.
"You know something else?" Ryan asked.
"Shit bro, I'm da man with da plan." Jarrod said
enthusiastically. "I thought it might prove interesting to see what the local chatter
was on the Internet. The word is, and this is strictly rumor now, that Porter's phone rang
this morning, at about ten thirty. And when he answered it, BOOM!"
Alan looked at Ryan with disgust. "'Ring me a Porter.'
Very sick. What else Jarrod, is there more?"
"Well, it was reported that a passerby saw a card being
passed around the scene until one of the cops got a hold of it. It said 'Go West.'"
Jarrod reported, pleased with himself.
"There's the next clue." Ryan said. Alan nodded.
Jarrod looked confused. "Is there something going on
that either one of you is not telling me about?" Ryan looked at Alan, who nodded in
Jarrod was filled in on the entire situation as it was known
by Ryan and Alan to date. They figured Jarrod's connections on the Internet might prove
useful and agreed that Tiffany could not know about any of this. If she was guilty, they
had to prove it. They knew that Tiffany had been in Owings Mills the same time the second
murder had taken place. What the three of them had to figure out next is what her
connection to Duncan Porter was, and what 'Go West' meant.
What the three of them didnt know, is that they were
about to take a long, grueling journey into the depths of a very motivated serial killer.
And Ryan didnt want to know if it was Tiffany, for if
it was...the thought was unimaginable.