Chapter Fifty Savannah
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Savannah
As soon as she got home, Savannah went straight to her laptop.
She looked up Angela first but didn’t find any articles or even a Facebook page.
She picked up her phone and tried Instagram.
Angela had a page, but nothing had been posted for over four years.
Her last post was one of her and Bennett on his boat.
Then nothing. Savannah scrolled through the earlier posts, most nature photos.
A few of her with friends or what Savannah assumed were family.
She went back to the laptop and put Devon’s name into the search bar, then typed the word missing, but nothing came up.
She navigated to Facebook and searched for her.
A page came up, the cover photo a picture of Devon and Bennett in front of the tree at Rockefeller Center.
She was a beautiful woman: long blond hair and a svelte figure.
There were no posts from her for at least two years, but there were plenty of comments from numerous friends on her page beseeching her to come home.
Savannah looked through her friend list and found a man with the same last name: Harrison Masterson.
She clicked on his page. Devon’s father.
The entire page was devoted to finding his daughter.
Missing posters, heart-wrenching posts from him to his daughter begging her to surface.
Savannah opened a new browser and went to People Search and typed his name.
An address came up in Brooklyn. She wrote down the address and phone number and closed the computer.
Savannah’s unease grew. She sat back, drumming her fingers on the table, thinking.
What would she even say if she called the man?
Would he be willing to talk to her? And should she pretend to be someone else?
Maybe he would be able to shed some light on why Devon might have left town.
Just because he was looking for her didn’t mean something bad had happened.
Maybe he was abusive. But as Isabel pointed out, she wouldn’t have left her insulin.
That wasn’t optional. It made no sense. But neither did thinking that Bennett had killed these women.
Her head was pounding. Finn ambled over and nudged her with his nose.
She looked at her watch. Five o’clock. His dinnertime.
“Sorry, boy, I’ll get right to it.”
She fed the dog and sat back down, returning to Devon’s Facebook page, hoping to get a sense of the woman from the things she’d shared.
She hadn’t posted often, and what she did post were social occasions.
Parties, nights out with friends. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the photo of the two of them arm in arm, Devon holding out her hand for the camera.
She was showing off her engagement ring.
Savannah zoomed in to get a better look, but it was too blurry.
Her stomach growled and she realized she hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. She went to the refrigerator and pulled out the baked ziti Felicia had left.
She’d told the woman that she preferred low-carb meals, but that didn’t stop her from making some sort of pasta dish at least twice a week.
She would never lose those ten pounds at this rate.
She was wiped out. She’d decide what to do tomorrow.
After she took Finn outside to do his business, he followed her upstairs.
She needed to get her mind off everything, so she picked up the novel she was in the middle of and began to read.
Soon her eyes were heavy, and she put the book down and turned off the light.
As she drifted off to sleep Devon’s face was the last thing she saw in her mind’s eye.