#theoverlooked

“I don’t know, okay?? Maybe you spiked her lunch time thermos with a hallucinogen. Maybe you put on an oscar-worthy performance.  H e l l , maybe she goes into a fugue state around you and turns conveniently blind, deaf, and dumb. I don’t freaking know why Jenna likes you! There! I’ll admit it. But don’t - don’t!! - Give me that smug smile,” Cami bit the words harshly, jabbing one finger in the air at the woman who was as calm as she was rattled. “Because whatever trick you’re playing, I’m gonna figure it out. And once I do, Jenna’s the first person I’m going to tell. Whatever it is that she sees in you, she’s wrong.” @jenna-from-the-block

Jennifer Blake’s cell number was scrawled onto a scrap of paper and shoved in his hand. Her eyes were earnest as she looked up at him, her lips forming words he didn’t really expect to hear from her. “Anything, just call me, okay?” He nodded his acknowledgement as she turned to leave, but he didn’t anticipate needing the number. 

Tossing the paper into the top drawer in the kitchen, he continued through to the couch and sat down heavily, sagging under the weight of his thoughts. She’d come here in a whirlwind, worried about Cora’s well being. Saying she’d been missing from school that day and there’d been another death. It was the latter that truly concerned him. Why were they happening? They’d started a few months ago but it seemed it was more than just a one-hit-wonder if another body had turned up…