Valerie Milada -

I was the one who found her. I was walking my dog near the old creek bed when I saw her sitting on a rotting log, perfectly still. My dog, usually fearless, whimpered and tucked his tail between his legs, refusing to go any closer.

He was the second person to disappear that month. The first had been a local drunk who slept in the park. The police searched the woods, the quarry, the river. They found nothing. No trace. No struggle. valerie milada