Have a good night.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't see you come in.

How can I help you?

Found this book.

I just wanted to return it.

You found it?

You found a copy of “Don't Let It Slip Away: How To Follow Your Dreams”?

I was cleaning up my dad's apartment.

It was mostly empty, except for some furniture.

And that was wedged under some couch cushions.

Sarah Thorne.

What?

You must not be from around here.

Is it that obvious?

Sam Swope.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

I, I just got in town last week.

I transferred here to manage the Q Mart when my dad died.

Don't worry.

We weren't close.

Manage?

Assistant manager.

Anyway, who's Sarah Thorne?

Sarah Thorne was a 20 something year old that lived around here about 30 years ago.

She went to a Halloween party one night, and she never made it home.

But they found her stuff, like her lip gloss.

Her license.

You know, purse stuff.

It was scattered all over the town.

Like some kind of [_____] up scavenger hunt, but no prize.

And then they found her.

Her.

Her body.

I mean.

Dead on the bank of Yellow Creek.

That creek.

Her mouth was full of dirt, like some psycho had suffocated her in the mud.

And then there were more women and more throats full of dirt.

It's.

It's awful.

So your dad, he had her book.

I I think you should go to the police.

It's a little late for that.

Okay.

So thank you so much for returning the book.

I know a lot of self-helpers will, like, love this read.

So, is there anything else that you need?

Listen.

My dad and I weren't close, but I always felt like we had this kind of, connection.

I feel things deeply, and I know that he did, too.

Maybe if we talked more, I could have helped him.

Helped him get better.

Not exactly.

I'm.

I'm not alone here.

That's what they all say.

But you are alone.

Not alone.