Sam and Amber left Joe’s and began making their way up to their own housing complex. They walked in silence for a while, the streets unusually clear as night began to set in.
“You think she left through the mommy tunnel?” Sam asked, her disbelief apparent even to her own ears.
“Maybe.”
“Becky?” scoffed Sam.
Sam just couldn’t believe it. Becky was the picture of a party girl, and she wasn’t even married. Assuming the mommy tunnel was real, it seemed logical that only married women would risk using it. Why would a woman known for drug use and dating vamps try to get pregnant?
“She was lonely, Sam. I thought you of all people would understand that. No one wanted to be around her because of the choices she had made, except for Lee and she wanted free of him. Lee wouldn’t be interested in a pregnant woman.”
Sam frowned. “What about Lee?”
“What do you mean?”
“Could Lee be involved in her disappearance?”
“You think he… killed her?”
“Becky has been missing for days. I don’t like saying it, but I think at this point we’re looking for a corpse.”
Amber gasped, clutching her hands to her mouth. Sam suspected she was more surprised that she would say it out loud than at the actual thought of Becky being dead. Amber was a strong believer in the ability for spoken words to become reality. Sam, not so much.
“Unless she used the mommy tunnel,” Amber whispered through her fingers.