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smiled and nodded because I was getting a bit drunk and I just wanted to lie down and pass out. I have tried and tried to remember what name she gave me an honestly I just can’t do it.”
    “Ok, that is understandable in that situation.”
    “Do you think this woman could have had anything to do with it? I got the feeling that Daisy and she knew each other really well. They were all hugging and squealing when they bumped into each other and it took them like five minutes to remember that I was even alive.”
    “So it was someone she had not seen in a long time? Were there any other identifiable marks or anything at all that might help us pinpoint who this other woman might be?” Bill asked.
    “No, nothing that I can think of. You really think she is involved somehow? But they knew each other,” Cara said.
    “Yea, but you would be surprised how often these types of things turn bad.”
    “That’s just hard to imagine,” Cara said sipping her own coffee.
    “Now, have you noticed anything strange on Daisy’s social media accounts or anything else that might be fishy with the way some of your common contacts and friends are acting?” Bill asked.
    Cara thought for a moment and at first Bill was not sure she had even understood the question. “No, not that I’m aware of. I haven’t noticed anything.”
    “At the time of her disappearance was she dating anyone or did she just finish a relationship with anyone?” Bill asked.
    “No. Her last relationship ended about six months prior and they had left on good terms where they just wanted different things at different times.”
    “How so?”
    “Well, I know that Daisy wanted to stay put for a while and finish school and get some low level job at some place of business in the area. Everyone told her that she was crazy. With her brains and her beauty she could have gone and done just about anything that she really set her mind to. We all believed in her.”
    “Why didn’t she want to leave? I know most kids can’t wait to get out of this shithole, even though most eventually come back with their tail between their legs after being beat up by the cruel, harsh, world.”
    “Well, she has always been so close to her family and she was the type of person who was really uncomfortable with change. She was a fearful person and she was cautious to the point of being overcautious. It was weird actually how meticulous and careful she was about everything. She always referred to it as being efficient, but the rest of us just thought it was weird.
    “So she would never have gone anywhere with someone she did not know and perfectly trust?” Bill asked.
    “Right. She would not have gone off with anyone she did not know.”
    Cara’s eyes flashed just then as if a lightbulb had went on in her head. Bill wondered how the poor girl had never really thought that the attractive young, but slightly older friend might not have been so innocent and minor mannered after all. Bill felt a bit strange; surely the police would have asked her all of the same questions, but maybe they phrased them differently.
    “Ok, well I appreciate your time and your hospitality,” Bill said.
    “Sure, no problem,” Cara said as Bill started for the door. He was just about through the doorway when Cara posed one last question. For a girl who was so reluctant to open up and to now discuss it with him was quite the miracle and quite the change. Bill found it odd and it triggered something inside of him that brought forth the vacant idea that perhaps Cara was involved somehow. Maybe two women had done this together. But what motivation would they have? They didn’t even take any money from the victim. It would have to be an extremely personal attack. The way that Daisy was killed was obviously very personal but tearing her up and killing her by torture was beyond personal. That was something that someone with a deep seated psychological need to possess and dominate other people felt compelled to do.