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phone call of a taxi driver who remembered her after seeing her picture. He met Tracy as he drove to Stones. She was walking in the opposite direction. It had made him wonder at the lone girl with long blonde hair on the road. After dropping the client in Stones he headed for Middle to pick another customer. Who was she? Possibly a hooker out to find a customer. Or someone who had run away from home or a boyfriend. He was married and had a teenage daughter, only wanted to help. There she was over a hundred yards ahead. A car stopped for her. He was still too far to notice the model. The vehicle had turned at the turnoff to Middle. All he could remember was a large black sedan. It was too far to tell the model. The driver seemed in a hurry. He was sure then that blonde girl was a prostitute. The taxi driver had been away in Scotland visiting his brother. Only recalled her when he saw the news when he returned today. Police said the man was cooperating with police and asked for anyone who saw a large black sedan stop for a girl two weeks ago before or around midnight.
    The killer shivered and sweated.
    Had someone else seen him that night or even today? Police were looking for a driver, possibly male who had picked Tracy. They had no more leads but needed all the help they could and suspected a possible link in these disappearances as all happened close to Stones. Somewhere someone knew what was going on. The public needed to help the police. Those missing girls could be somebody’s sister, aunt, grand-daughter or niece. A substantial reward leading to arrest was being offered by the victims’ families.
    The killer was deep in thought. Had that taxi driver taken his registration number, that would be his end. Killing Moto and dumping him in that lake should be the last murder for a while. He had been reckless. Taken a chance. Dared the police. Moto had not been part of the deal. He should be concentrating on Rose. Police would be searching this area and out in those trees. Best to stay away from the lake in future. He must not give any hint to anyone about Tracy. He smiled, touched the money. Guilt for his past crimes had made Moto careless. The killer was sure no one else had seen him pick the girl that night. What about his car? There were many large black sedans. The taxi driver hadn’t recognized the model. If they had he might be called, asked where he was on that particular night. That is why he must have an alibi. He had one. His friend would vouch for him. He just hoped nobody else saw him that night, or even when he took Moto to the lake. Best to lie low for weeks.
    Nevertheless, he had horrible nightmares. His mother had come back and was screaming he was a murderer.
    “The police will catch you soon! You don’t even know your real father. I hate you, never wanted children.”
    He woke up screaming.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 9
 
    Godfree parked his car on the grass beside the others. Rose’s own was in the next row. A number of people were out today. He passed a few tables, headed for another. Where was she? And then he saw her. So she owned a skirt? The blue jeans skirt reached her knees, leaving smooth legs in blue trainers and brought out her thin waist. He grinned. She glanced sideways, smiled, waved, started towards him. At that moment a large man in a white T-shirt, creased slacks, boots, and a ring dangling on his right ear shouldered him aside, stopped beside Rose.
    “Good to see you, Rose. Been a while. I’ll get you a drink at the pub.”
    Her voice was firm. “I have my boyfriend here, Joel.”
    “Boyfriend? I don’t see him anywhere.”
    “There he is. Hi, Godfree.”
    The man frowned as she reached Godfree, hooked her arm in his.
    “Hey, what took you so long?” she said.
    “So you own a skirt? You beat me. Been here long?”
    “Got here a few minutes ago. Let’s check out bargains.”
    As they headed to a table the man