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acquaintance.  It did not, nor would it ever, make sense.
    “Do you think your dad’ll find them?” Brady questioned seriously.
    “He will,” Lanie answered.  She had absolutely no doubt that Sam Bancroft would find the person responsible.
    Brady was silent for another short space.  “Do you think it’ll only be Stacy?”
    Something slightly cold went through Lanie.  “What do you mean?”
    “Do you think whoever it was…will stop?  Do you think they only wanted Stacy?” Brady questioned.
    Lanie hadn’t considered anything like that.  It was not a very comforting thought.  “I-I…I don’t know.  I-I mean…nothing like this has ever happened before, so…I mean…I doubt it will happen again.”
    Brady nodded, but said nothing and the conversation was dropped.  Lanie was glad.  Even considering the possibility that it would happen again was sickening.  She did not want to talk about it. 
    “You’ll be careful for a while, right?” Brady asked her as they turned onto Fairview Drive, which was the street that led to Fells Pointe High and the game field beyond.  “I know you like to walk into town for coffee or whatever, but…you’ll be careful, right?”
    Lanie couldn’t miss the nervous, worried tone lacing Brady’s words.  He really was worried that whoever had…done that…to Stacy might not stop at her.  “I will.  I promise,” she assured him.  The last thing she wanted for herself was to wind up like Stacy.
    It was such a strange thing to have to think about being careful walking around town.  It had never been a second thought before.  Fells Pointe was so safe, so removed from the trouble that the rest of the world was having, that it seemed like an affront, an abomination, to have it desecrated in such a heinous manner.
    Brady drove past the familiar brick building that housed Fells Pointe High and continued onward down the tree lined street for a ways before coming to the gravel parking lot belonging to the Harvey Fell Sports Field, named after the great, great, great…great?...grandson of the founder of Fells Pointe.  Mr. Harvey Fell had donated the money to have the game field moved away from the school house and onto a location that was better suited than the small, barely useable field that had been used for decades.
    Brady wheeled his car into a space and Lanie noticed there were a lot more vehicles in the gravel lot than there usually were for a Saturday afternoon practice.  There seemed to be twice as many cars filling the lot.
    “What’s going on?” Brady questioned, throwing the car into park and climbing out.
    Lanie followed suit, getting out of the car and waiting for Brady to pull his enormous duffle bag full of gear from the trunk.  They both headed across the lot and through the stand of trees that separated the game field from the street.  Lanie felt her heart thumping hard in her chest.  Her mind was racing, coming up with all sorts of scenarios as to why there would be so many people at the field.  She tried not to think of anything bad because there were no police cars anywhere around, yet, but she couldn’t help but dredge up a picture or two that caused her to feel sick.
    Brady, his duffle bag over his shoulder, put his hand on Lanie’s back as they moved through the shadowy stand of oak trees.  Brady was thinking the same things that Lanie was thinking.  That something bad had happened at the field, maybe to one of their friends.
    Cautiously, the exited the tree line and stepped out onto the game field, both of them letting their gazes sweep around, both of them expecting the worst.  However, there didn’t seem to be anything…bad…going on, other than the stands on both sides of the field being filled with a lot of…parents?  Yes, there were an alarming number of parents sitting in the stands, talking with one another and watching the team out on the field, goofing around.
    “What the hell?” Brady said, sounding dumbfounded.