I was glad to be getting out of town. The anniversary of Betty Finch's death was going to expire in a couple of hours and the chain of mass murder would be broken. But I was still thinking about my experiences with Betty. I was unsure if they were real or just vivid dreams. But they were so intense, so passionate. I felt like I really knew her. Hopefully her spirit would be able to rest easy now.
I was about halfway between Weeping Springs and Kenniville when I saw a car pulled over on the side of the road.
Neville Hunt about 2 months ago
Oh NO! Watch out Teddy!