Chapter 19: The Girl Date

Frey

The plastic broom bristles scraped across the worn linoleum floor.

I swept the narrow hallway of the trailer for the third time, using the repetitive motion to burn off the lingering adrenaline. Every time my eyes caught the scratches near the doorway, I saw Vaughn Mercer filling the frame.

He had sat at our splintered picnic table. He had eaten our four-dollar waffle batter with bare hands a