He had driven this path so many times that he could have done it with his eyes closed. It was a good thing too, because even though the rain was easing up, it was still difficult to see. As he approached the theater, he became aware that the building was much too dark. Had they lost power due to the storm? A foreboding feeling slowly inched its way over him. He sped up and pulled into the lot to find it empty, except for a red Eclipse. He found himself hoping it wasn’t Ashley’s car but knew it was. He noticed the flat tire right away. Maybe she was inside the car waiting for help, he thought. He grabbed his Maglite from his console. He shined it through his window into Ashley’s. She wasn’t in the car. He rushed over to her vehicle and looked at the tire. Dread consumed him. The tire had been slit! He resisted the urge to knock his fist through the window and went back in his car. He took out his cell and immediately dialed Mark Devoe. “Yeah,” said Mark. “It’s happened,”
