women? both dark haired, both pretty, it was chillingly similar. a case about of unheard of places. in the history might apartment, it has not happened. then, finally, far from the city, the truth. revealed on a quiet country road. we got out of the car, and let out a screen. an act of courage, from a woman who refused to be a victim. i won. the woman in the icu was barely alive. her jaw shattered, into a dozen pieces. a one s beautiful face, unrecognizable, the rate of fire, the fall, and the massive, nearly fatal stroke. someone thought she would be dead by now. someone had fled into the night. some, killing women. and this one, deep in a coma, in the threshold of death, is the only chance to catch them, before he does it again. what happened here was spawned in a dark corner of the human condition. but the terrifying flaw forcing us to admit, yes, virginia, there is a bogeyman. and against him where the only weapons they had. the power of one family. a dete
they were there. i sent her the last message at about 11:30, and nothing. with the clubs closed, janet headed home, without kenya. who, she assumed, with some other friends. i thoguth they were just having fun, and they will call tomorrow. two would always calm in the morning. you worry about her? i think she is very smart. she wouldn t take chances? no. no, because, although she loved to party, she was known as the responsible one, reliable, and not flaky at all. recently, she had graduated from one of colorado s top high schools, and was now considering careers and tv production, or criminology. here she is, directing a student film. all the more remarkable because,
but, on this particular night, things didn t go as planned. we had planned to meet at lavish. we went in there, and she wasn t in there. kenya had gotten a ride downtown, with two other girl she didn t know very well. her plan was to meet janet, and some other friends, at lavish, but she didn t show up. i started to text her, and no response, and i called her three times. nothing. but what janet didn t know is that kenya, and the two other girls, couldn t get into the club. the bouncers weren t buying their fake i.d.s. so they went to another club, nearby, and took a few pictures. but, they didn t tell anyone they were there. i sent her the last message at about 11:30, and nothing. with the club close, janet headed home, without kenya. who, she assumed, with some other friends.