About halfway, I saw Meg alone, looking lost. She was in a cute little tank top with some shorts. She leant against the stone bridge as the river tric...kled slowly under it.“Hey, Meg, are you alright?” I asked with concern as I walked slowly towards her. She looked up at me, giving me her trademark smile.“Ohh, it's you, Greg, what are you doing here?” she asked quietly.“Oh, just been to the pub in the village, the conversations weren’t thrilling when I was at the campfire,” I stated, trying to. The interrogation with Ricky Currence had been fruitless. An attorney had been retained, although no one knew who had paid for him. As soon as the attorney appeared, the so-called dialogue had ended.Bryant had spent one night on the couch at Holly Garvin's house before she drove him back to Point Pleasant. He had coordinated with Jan and she had agreed to recall Jim Andrews and Adele Coleman back to South Carolina. The pair had wanted to stay but Bryant knew the situation in Cincinnati would be. "Wha-at?" she exclaimed. "Of course, that new antique store sounds promising, too," I continued. "We might want to stop by there before everybody and his brother picks it clean." "Are you kidding me?" Sylvia asked. "Do you really want to go rummaging with me today?" "Sure I do. Seriously. I've been thinking... it's about time I showed an interest in your hobbies. It sounds like it could be a lot of fun." "Oh, Jack!" she squealed. "I don't believe it! Oh, I'm so excited! You don't know what this. As she watched the brunette order a drink and then move towards the dance floor, Kirsty once again was mesmerised by her beauty. In a pair of cream heels that added at least four inches to her height and a short pink dress that hugged her slight frame immaculately, she could barely take her eyes off her as her body moved elegantly in time with the thumping RnB that was playing. This was it. She had to have her. Whilst continuing to make polite conversation with her group of friends, Kirsty now.