Tingling with nervous energy, I drove along mostly deserted streets to the Desert Sky Motel, busily compiling a mental to-do list. Besides having additional questions for her regarding Jenessa’s recent activities, I also needed to talk to the girl’s friends and acquaintances. It was nothing short of amazing how some seemingly unimportant detail, obscure story or almost-forgotten event could deliver bountiful information that might prove to be significant. I hated to heap any more misery on the grief-stricken woman, but I would have to ask Marcelene about Jenessa’s possible d**g use, grill her with more questions regarding her daughter’s relationship with Nathan Taylor and then ask if she would grant me permission to go through Jenessa’s things—a depressing job, but it had to be done. I
