Page 60 of Precise Justice

“Bye, Mom,” Robbie yelled up the stairs to Priscilla.

Robbie, waiting at the bottom of the stairway for it, heard Priscilla’s bedroom door open.

“Where are you going and with whom?” Priscilla called down as she walked to the stairway banister.

“The trans girl group meeting with my new friends,” Robbie lied.

“Oh, okay, good. I’m so glad you’ve made some new friends. What time will you be home?”

“Early. Not sure what time,” Robbie replied.

“Okay, well, not too late.”

“It’s Friday night, Mom. No school tomorrow. Bye.”

Waiting in the driveway for her was Amanda driving her car. With her, in the front seat, was Holly the rape, victim. In back, was Robbie’s friend Stephanie.

The four of them had already decided where to look. Holly believed they had followed her then, when they got the chance, grabbed her and forced her into a van of some kind.

They took her to a small, one-square block playground across the street from Sanger Middle School. In a remote part of the park, still in the van, they raped her. Robbie, having lived in this area her entire life and attended Sanger, knew exactly where that was.

They cruised the small playground and several blocks around it. After almost an hour, they were having no luck. The playground was between 46thand 47thStreets. The more they drove, the further south they went. It was Robbie who realized their mistake.

“We need to go back north to check out Walker Park. When I was at Sanger, it was the place where high school kids from Southwest High go to drink beer, smoke weed and hookup. At least that’s what I heard. I was too young,” Robbie explained.

“You know where it is?” Amanda asked.

They drove past Southwest High School on Chowen. The park, a natural spot for high school kids to hang out, was two blocks fromthere. They drove completely around the park and found the hang out. There was a parking lot and pavilion on the northwest side.

There were a dozen cars in the lot. Despite the colder, winter night, there was around twenty older teens hanging around. There was also several parked cars along the street. Amanda pulled in behind one far enough away to avoid being noticed.

Amanda had a pair of binoculars in the glove compartment. Holly retrieved them and began scanning the crowd and cars. There were enough lights in and around the parking lot to allow her to see clearly. In less than a minute, Holly gasped and almost dropped the binoculars.

“That’s him. I’m sure of it. I mean that’s one of them,” Holly said.

“Let me look,” Amanda said.

Holly gave Amanda the glasses while saying, “That one in the black leather jacket. The one sitting on the trunk of that car. The black car. Can you see him?”

“Oh yeah, I see him. He’s got a can of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other,” Amanda said, still looking through the glasses.

“That’s him,” Holly said.

“Can I have a look,” Robbie asked. She was in the back seat behind Holly.

“Are you sure?” Amanda asked Holly while handing the glasses to Robbie.

“Yes, definitely. I mean, I’m pretty sure, yes, he’s one of them,” Holly said.

“That was unequivocal,” Stephanie said.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” Holly started to say.

“No! I’m sorry, Holly. Really, I am. I can only imagine what you’ve been through,” Stephanie quickly said.

While this went on, Robbie was shocked at who he was looking at.

“The one sitting on the trunk of that black car, the one the other guy is now taking to?” Robbie asked. “Here, take a look. Is the other guy one of them?”

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