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handed it back.
    “None of those girls are his regulars. Well . . .”
    “Well what? Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”
    “Seems like he was starting too really like one of them. Barbie.”
    I looked over the list. Barbie Foy.
    “Looks like she left around eight thirty last night. That common?”
    “Girls come and go all the time but no, not common.”
    “You see the two of them together last night? You have any more information on Barbie? Driver’s license? Address?”
    “No. Don’t take much to get a job as a stripper, detective. Couple of dance moves, some nice tits is usually more than enough. We pay them in cash each night. I don’t ask any more about them than I need to know.”
    Sadly, I believed what Steve was telling me. Didn’t help my investigation, though.
    “What about surveillance cameras in and out?”
    “We respect people’s privacy, so we don’t record the doors or any of the common areas.”
    “Got a real name on this Barbie?”
    “Like I said, I know as little as I need to know. Most of the girls’ stripper names start with the same letter as their real name. Maybe it’s Barbara, Beth, Brittany, and Briann? Shit, I don’t know; I really don’t.”
    I stepped back for a minute and took a long, hard look at Steve, trying to determine if he was being honest or blowing smoke up my ass.
    “I think this is enough for now. If I think of any more questions, I’ll be back.”
    “Ok man I believe the girls name is Brittany – but that’s all I know I swear.”
    I gave him a once over, nodded in acceptance of his information and turned to leave.
    I walked away feeling pretty good about the information I was able to get. Maybe I’d be able to use this intel and get a step closer to catching this girl.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
    Everything was moving too quickly. What a fucking nightmare! Stacy had a carefully crafted plan for finishing off David and his family, but this wasn’t it. She wanted to kill them all, one by one. She wanted him to watch them all die horrible deaths. She wanted him to bear the pain of knowing it was his fault and he couldn’t do a goddamn thing about it. Now, because of his meddling daughter, those plans—plans that were years in the making—were no longer in play.
    Karen and Stacy were traveling on I-10 toward Louisiana. They hadn’t spoken much since leaving the hospital in a mad dash. Stacy knew sooner or later she’d have no choice but to break the silence and somehow convince Karen that everything was going to be okay.
    “Karen, honey, are you hungry? We can stop and grab something.”
    Karen turned and beamed at Stacy. “Where’s my daddy? Why did we leave? I want my daddy.”
    Stacy was hoping to buy a little time to come up with a good story since all of this had gone down so quickly. Karen was only six but not too much got by her.
    “Karen, honey . . . I have some bad news to tell you. You’re going to have to try to be a big girl.”
    Stacy pulled the car off the road and turned into a gas station.
    “Listen, I have to get gas, and we have to get going again pretty quickly. This is going to be really hard for you to hear. Your dad told me shortly after your mother died that he really didn’t want kids anymore. He actually said he no longer wanted to . . . well . . . even be alive. He really loved your mother and missed her so much that his heart was broken. Then I got pregnant, and he was really unhappy because he didn’t want another kid to take care of. I didn’t think I could take care of you, Hilary, and the baby, so I had to leave Hilary behind. That’s why I grabbed you and we left. I hope she’ll be okay alone with him. Are you okay? I know it’s a lot to handle.  I’ll tell you a little secret; my daddy didn’t want me either. He left me and my mother when I was about your age. I turned out pretty okay, don’t you think?”
    Karen turned away from Stacy and stared out the window. Her eyes began to