Mel and I were driving back up to Dillon Lake. Just what I wanted to do on a nice Saturday evening under odd circumstances!
After telling her the story about Terri and showing her the texts, she was concerned that something was seriously wrong. We bypassed the dam since nothing had really happened there and, instead, went straight to the boat ramp lot.
The boat ramp lot was only slightly less crowded than it had been when I was there less than two hours ago. Lots of people were enjoying a nice evening at the lake.
We cruised down to the end of the parking lot. Terri’s car was still where she’d left it. Now there was a piece of white cloth hanging from the mostly closed driver’s side window.
“That cloth wasn’t there before Mel. The window was down.”
“She must have come back here and pu
