Jenna Sharpe stood motionless in her kitchen holding a piece of toast to her bottom lip. Her eyes followed the news tag filtering across the bottom of the television screen. STUDENT FOUND DEAD IN QUARRY LAKE.

  "Morning Jen, have you seen my other brown sock?" Neil said as he entered the kitchen hopping around on one foot. "Isn't it amazing that you know you washed the pair, but one always manages to go missing? I think there must be... Jen, what's wrong?" Neil placed his free hand on the...