“Where’d she come from?” Tag said, to himself.
Tag usually wasn’t taken in by a pretty face, but this girl was beyond pretty. She was down-right gorgeous with her wavy blond hair lying gently over he shoulders.
He didn’t recognize her, and Tag met most of the people in town walking door to door on his campaign for city council. And he knew everyone at the gala to kick off three days of Halloween fun. After refreshments were served, Tag would make it a point to go introduce himself.
“Hi Tag,” he heard from behind him.
She was smiling we he turned around to see who it was.
“Do I know you?” he stood and shook her hand.
She brushed the bangs from her eyes, “I’m Gina Cooper.”
“Oh my God,” he hugged her.
Before Gina moved across the country when she was ten, they were best friends.
They danced all night, and looked like they belonged together.
When the party was breaking up he couldn’t find her to say goodbye, and left without knowing how to get in touch with her.
He picked up the paper the next morning to see Gina’s picture on the front page. The headline read, California killer claims fifth victim.
It can’t be.
Tag answered his buzzing cell phone. It was Dean, his campaign manager, checking to see how Tag felt after dropping him off at home when Tag felt ill before Dean went on to the gala.
Tag just sat there, and stared at Gina’s picture.