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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Puppy Kicker" data-source="post: 1799563" data-attributes="member: 20284">Crunched and Weepy11:30 AM Sunday, July 18thWilliamsburg KOA, Virginia“You think the girls are finding anything interesting?” Quin asked, slightly breathless.  He was crammed into the middle of the bench seat of Devin’s truck, squeezed on one side by Armani’s bulky frame and the other by Devin’s constantly shifting right arm.  “Probably not.  I doubt that cop will be…”  Devin shifted into second and Quin grunted in pain.  “Sorry… I doubt she’ll be talking that much.  She was seriously bashed up.”Quin tried to scoot back farther to avoid the shifter’s uncomfortable position.  "Hey, Armani."  Armani had slumped against Quin’s shoulder and was drooling a bit on his silk shirt.  Devin nudged him away.  “Aramani.”  Armani let loose a snore, but continued to drool.  Quin slammed his elbow into Armani’s side with all the force he could muster – not much.  "Hey, suit guy!"    Armani awoke long enough to mutter a short non-inventive stream of expletives and then fell asleep again.  “Not like we need him anyway.  He’s more hindrance than help when it comes to talking.  I think that little kid we talked to nearly peed himself when d***head here tried to smile at him.”  Quin managed to push Armani over towards the window enough to get some breathing room.  “Phew!  Much better.  Where to now, boss?”Devin looked a bit surprised.  “Oh… uh.  Well, we’ve pretty effectively searched both of the campgrounds here and nothin’.  Not a 1900 block at either of them, so maybe it was a time like you said.”  The truck groaned as Devin shifted it into third.  “That’s right baby, keep running…” Devin cooed.  The truck didn’t die and Devin sighed with relief.  “I guess back to the hotel, see if the girls found anything.”Quinton wiped sweat from his brow.  “Yeah, at least they’ll have been nice and comfortable in that air conditioned hospital.  Remind me to complain to them about our miserable day.”---11:35 AM Sunday, July 18thRiverside Community Hospital, Newport News, VirginiaMeadow struggled under the dead cop’s weight as she tried to balance him on her legs while unwrapping the garrote wire from his neck.  The cord was twisted too tightly and she only succeeded in knocking the unbreathing body – and herself – to the floor.  “Rebecca, get help!” she yelled as she tried to get out from under the body.Rebecca sprang into the hallway, looking desperately left and right for any help.  The orderly!  "We need help in the bathroom!" Rebecca screamed at the orderly’s retreating back.He glanced back.  "Calm down, girl.  It can't be that bad."  He chuckled a little and turned his back on her.“GET OVER HERE AND HELP US NOW!”  The young woman’s voice reverberated through the halls of Riverside.  Several newborns woke up crying.  A glass surreptitiously cracked.  The orderly moved the fastest he ever had in his life, and tried to help.---“I don’t know what we’ve gotten ourselves into, Meadow.”  Rebecca was sitting in the waiting room, head resting on clasped hands.  Meadow paced back and forth.  She alternately looked at the clock, the receptionist, her cell phone, and the clock.The women had watched the hordes of hospital personnel flood the restroom and Betty’s hospital room.  The cop was pronounced dead at the scene.  He didn’t even make it to the emergency room.  Betty was dying when they were forced to leave the premises and they had heard nothing on her condition for over an hour.  The police had questioned them and were still in the building, investigating the crime scene.And Meadow had been calling Allison for an hour with no answer.“I mean, I don’t know what could have happened to her.” Meadow said.“I don’t either.”  Rebecca said and stood up, stretching.  “Maybe whoever killed that policeman did something to her.”“What?”  Meadow looked confused for a moment.  “Oh, no.  I mean I don’t know what happened to Alli.  I haven’t really talked to her about that thing with Jared.”Rebecca nodded, put on a sympathy frown, and patted Meadow on the shoulders.  “I’m sure she’s alright.  Probably just needs a little time.”  As she patted, a doctor approached.“Miss Richardson?”Neither of the women answered.“You are Miss Richardson, correct?  Betty Richardson’s sister?”Rebecca quickly faded into character.  “Yes.  Is Betty…”  Rebecca sniffled.  “Is Betty OK?”“I’m afraid Betty didn’t make it, Miss Richardson.”Rebecca burst into tears, playing fully the part of grieving family member until the doctor left.  “I suppose we should leave now.  Go fill the guys in on what happened here.”“Yeah, I guess so.  That’s so horrible about Betty.”  Rebecca and Meadow hugged, then prepared to leave.  As they were heading towards the door the receptionist shouted at them.“Miss Richardson!”  Rebecca froze, slowly turned.  “Yes.  That’s me.  Miss Richardson.”The receptionist hurried up.  “Would you like to collect your deceased sister’s personal belongings?”Rebecca tried not to nod too enthusiastically.</blockquote>

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