Chapter 8
Kyle wasn’t responding to texts again. Terry stopped trying halfway through his work shift. Instead, he wrote to every classmate he had in his contacts list, regardless of what class he knew them from.
There’s a girl named Marissa I’m trying to find, he wrote them. Wavy brown hair, usually with friends, kinda whiny. I need to talk to her about a class we’re in together but she’s been scarce recently and this is important.
It was a long shot with such limited resources. Terry knew these people from group projects or sharing notes, but he had never spent time with them outside of class or work sessions in the library. Still, it wasn’t a huge school. There had to be some connection he could tap to find her.
As it happened, when he got off work that evening, among the “Sorry, no”
