The townsfolks ascended into the street cheering and rushing around me! Thanking me and showering me with hugs, smiles and happiness all around. I was... suddenly yanked to the side and down an alley. The crowd still cheering in the street. "What the..." I tried to speak as the mystery girl held her finger to my mouth. "I just wanted to thank you for saving the town" she purred as she slowly got to her knees. "And I know the perfect way." She said as she pulled my jeans apart and reached in and. . I’ll want to meet her. I’ll want to see you happy.”“I’m counting on it,” I smiled.“You should. I’ll give you my honest opinion,” she promised. “So ... did you hear any more about Stan?” she asked delicately.“He died about a month ago,” I told her, “just before Thanksgiving.”“What?!!?” she gasped. “You told me you’d call me!”“There was no funeral,” I said simply. “I went to see him in the hospice. He ... sent word that he wanted to see me. He told me that he knew that any grave site would be. Dad said, "I know you're dying to know what evidence I have, so I'll let you in on a little secret. When you were just a baby, even before we knew your mother was pregnant again; we wanted to go out once in a while. We'd always used Grandma Campbell as a sitter, but then she got arthritis really bad and couldn't sit, so we started having teenage babysitters. We'd heard a lot of horror stories about babysitters fooling around and having boys over and drinking and all that, so we invested in a. They still ask about you at Next Street Over. You made quite an impression for one visit.I longed for you to return. I waited for a call but I'm sure you had your reasons. I kept track of you through my talks with your momma and daddy. Someone who missed you, almost as much as I, is Emily Rogers Johnson, she was just Emily Rogers then. She knew I spoke regularly with your folks and would come to visit and ask about you. We had a good laugh when I told her about the time you lost your shorts in.