Page 61 of Precise Justice

Holly had the glasses and was looking at the second older teen talking to the first one.

“Oh, God! Yes, positively. He was worse than the one on the car. That’s the mean bastard that slapped me a bunch of times. After he, well, you know,” Holly said.

Holly gave the glasses to Stephanie who was now looking at the two rapists.

“What do we do about this?” Amanda asked the others.

“Write this down,” Stephanie said while continuing to look through the glasses.

Amanda found a pen and paper in her purse. While Stephanie spoke to her, Amanda wrote down the make, model and license plate number.

“Black Toyota Camry,” Amanda read back, along with the plate number.

“Did anyone think to bring a camera?” Holly asked.

“No, roll your window down and use your phone. They’re a little far away, but get what you can,” Amanda said.

“Then let’s get out of here before we get caught,” Robbie said.

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That night, Robbie had a very difficult time falling asleep. She tossed and turned until well past 2:00A.M.before sleep finally came. She was certain she recognized the boy sitting on the trunk of the black Toyota.

Despite eventually falling asleep, Robbie slept fitfully. She woke up about once per hour with the image of the boy on the car fresh in her mind. Finally, around six o’clock, she crashed until after ten.

Saturdays were workdays for Priscilla. When Robbie finally got out of bed, Priscilla was gone. There was a note on the kitchen table informing her Priscilla would be gone until late. Out with friends.

Robbie read the note then made two phone calls. One to her dad, Blake, to get together for lunch. The second call to Stephanie.

“Are you sure this is him?” Stephanie asked for the fourth time.

They were in Stephanie’s car parked on a residential street a few blocks from where they had seen the young men Holly hadrecognized. They were watching a house Robbie knew from her time at Sanger Middle School.

“Yes, I’m sure. It’s still listed in his parents’ name. That’s the black Toyota he was sitting on at the park last night. I’m sure.” By now, Robbie was becoming quite irritated with Stephanie.

“I just don’t like sitting out here like this,” Stephanie said.

“Yeah, I know. Me neither,” Robbie said. “I can’t believe it will be much longer.

“Speak of the Devil,” Robbie said two minutes later when she saw their quarry come out of the house. He walked through the snow across the yard to where the Toyota was parked. Stephanie had parked her car a half dozen houses away with three cars on the street between them. The Toyota drove off and Stephanie followed at a very discreet distance.

The Toyota made a stop at an apartment building. The driver parked in a handicap spot near the door then waited. As if he had been watching for a ride, a young man, late teens, hurried out the building’s front door. Stephanie had parked on the street behind a pickup truck. The truck screened most of her car from the Toyota’s view.

Robbie watched the passenger get in the Toyota. While she watched, the two boys leaned toward each other and kissed on the lips. Not a passionate kiss, but not a simple hello, either. Knowing who the driver was, Robbie was shocked down to her toes.

“Oh. My. God!” Robbie said.

“What?” Stephanie asked.

“I don’t believe what I just saw.”

“What?” Stephanie asked again.

“If that’s who I think it is…”

“What?”

By now the Toyota was moving again. It came out of the apartment’s lot, turned left and drove past Stephanie and Robbie.

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