Rated G
Ending to Story Starter #4
Mike, Leslie and Peter hit the back of the front seat while Davy nearly flew over the dash. Micky, who had stopped the car in the middle of the road, was now looking at Leslie in horror. His eyes shifted to Mike.
"Mike?"
"She's bluffing!" Mike said.
"Am not!" Leslie said.
"You wouldn't!" Davy said.
"Watch me!" Leslie smirked.
"We were only trying to help you." Peter said.
"If you want to help me you'll take me with you or drop me off right here." Leslie argued.
Meanwhile, Micky glared at Davy.
"Good going, midget! You did it again!"
~~~~~~~
They drove on toward the open road and suddenly Leslie yelled, "I have to go to the bathroom!"
So they pulled off at a gas station and let her out. They watched as she walked into the women's bathroom, and they waited.
And they waited.
And they WAITED.
Finally, Peter got the female manager to go in and see about Leslie. The woman came back out and reported there was nobody there. The window was closed, and the door had never been closed. Nobody had even seen her go in -- except the Monkees.
As they were milling this over, Davy noticed a picture on the wall. He pointed at the thing. "Hey, that's her!"
The woman frowned. "Impossible."
"What do you mean?" Mike asked. "That's that loudmouth runaway who flagged us down--"
"That's my daughter," the woman said sadly. "She ran away from home at fifteen, five years ago. They found her body thirty miles from here. Her killer was never found. You couldn't have picked her up."
Shaken, the boys went back to the car and drove on. They were five miles down the road when Peter gave a shriek. When the car pulled back onto the side of the road, and all eyes were on him, Peter looked wild-eyed up at them and raised his hand.
A gold bracelet with beads dangled from his closed fist. "Found this....back seat..."
The beads spelled out 'LESLIE'.
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