SHANE
I walk out of the bedroom and hear voices, letting me know Heath is here. I opted to wear jeans and a T-shirt, just as Mya had. Her home is small, not much space, but it’s cozy and homey. I really like it. It suits her.
I walk into the kitchen, refilling my coffee cup, before I walk over to the table. “Good morning, Heath,” I say as I take a sip.
“Oh, McHotty, you know how to rock jeans too, damn you both are so hot, you are going to make beautiful babies, and I call dibs on being their Fairy Godfather,” he says happily with a smile.
I choke on my coffee, definitely not expecting that, though the thought of seeing Mya’s belly swollen with my children, calms me like the idea has never done before.
“Heath, stop that,” Mya says, blushing again.
I opt for a safer topic. “Are you going to play that on the TV where we can all see it?”
“Yes, but right now, I’m looking to make sure I get the thumb drives in the right order that we need,” she tells me.
I nod and walk into the living room, taking a seat on the couch.
“Okay, got it,” she calls out, and I turn the TV on and get it set to the right HDMI.
Mya connects her laptop, then presses play so we can watch.
“Okay, here is the first couple, definitely not paying attention to anyone around them,” Mya says, taking a seat next to me.
She has a notebook and pen on the coffee table that she picks up to jot notes or observations.
“Wait, is that Rayeanne in the ticket line?” Heath asks.
“Rayeanne Burton, the missing girl that’s been all over the news in Boston?” I ask.
“Yes. Her grandfather is a homicide detective in Chatam County. According to her friend, she was on her way to New York to visit NYU, but the last place her phone pinged was in Boston. No one has seen her since she boarded the train,” Mya tells me.
“Do you know her grandfather?” I ask.
“Yes. Our last serial killer killed two women from his county,” Heath responds.
“Wow. Okay, so we have two issues going on in this video,” I say.
“Exactly, but I have watched your videos in Boston, and never once did I see her or someone dressed like her get off the train in Boston,” Mya says.
“So how did she disappear?” I mumble, but Mya hears me.
“That is the million-dollar question, almost like Courtney,” she says, and I nod.
We continue to watch the video of the victims making out before the platform opens for boarding.
“Well, they sure were not discreet about their affair outside of Boston,” I say.
“No, it doesn’t seem that way,” Mya mutters in disgust.
We watch as the victims stand in line at the business car, still making out, but no one seems to be paying them special attention.
The conductors come out, checking tickets and allowing everyone to board. When the victims get to the conductor, he is looking the female up and down. It looks like he asks her a question, but she shakes her head and cozies back up to the male. When they board, the conductor looks upset.
“Does that man look upset to you?” I ask the other two, and both agree.
Mya jots down to find out his name and see if he is also on the other three trains.
“There’s Rayeanne,” Heath exclaims, and we watch her run up to the train in economy, passing him her ticket before getting on board.
“So, she did get on the train,” Mya says.
“Should we tell Detective Burton?” Heath asks.
“I’m sure he already knows and already has a copy of this security footage. We wouldn’t be telling him anything new,” Mya says, and Heath concedes she’s probably right.
We watch as the conductors make the last call before getting on the train. We watch the train pull away.
“Did you by chance, bring the thumb drives from Boston?” Mya asks me.
“I did,” I tell her, getting up and retrieving them from my bag.
I bring them to the living room and pass them over to her.
“Perfect. Thank you,” she says with a smile.
“Anytime,” I say as I lean down to kiss her, before taking a seat.
“Okay, first, I want us to rewatch the first one, look for anything out of the ordinary, then we will watch when the train gets to Boston and see what doesn’t fit,” Mya says, and both Heath and I nod.
