Three nights later the three teens met down the road from the point, they skirted the yellow police tape and tramped through the woods. Ryan held Amanda's arm to steady her has she slipped on the wet leaves. "Did you have to wear heels?" He muttered.

"Watson told me to dress sexy." Amanda retorted hotly. Glaring at Watson.

Watson held his hands up placatingly, "I mentioned a skimpy skirt... I never said anything about heels."

Amanda laughed, "Boys... you know nothing about fashion. So what is the plan?"

Watson shined his flashlight up under his chin, the effect grotesque. "You're going to walk across the street under that single light pole. Act distracted like you're texting or something but be sure to strut around a bit to get his attention. When he makes his move I'll be in Ryan's car with my cell phone to call the police. Just in case something goes wrong. Ryan will be in the alley right behind you with his baseball bat."

Ryan pipped up "Remember Hannah told us that he was tall but skinny with dark hair and a goatee. He talked really low and had a stutter. So if anyone talks to you like that hit the strobe on your keychain to signal us."

Amanda let out a shaky breath, "Okay, guys please don't let him take me."