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killer always seems like a nice guy! If the killer acted like what they were then no one would ever go anywhere with them.” Her voice was a low hiss as she pulled his arm in closer. “Seriously, do not go with him,” she said with a growl.
    Chris glanced back at Mark, then looked his wife straight in the eyes. “Okay.”
    Jess sighed and let go. Chris had a red spot where her fingers had been in a death grip on him. It surprised him how serious she had been. He went back to meet Mark and she heard him politely say that he didn’t want to leave Jess alone and that he’d have to get the police to help him.
    “So then have your wife come with us,” Mark shouted gesturing angrily toward her as she watched out of the periphery of her vision.
    Chris shook his head and declined one more time. Mark leaned in, inches away from Chris. “You’re both a couple of hoity-toity pieces of shit, you know that?”
    Chris didn’t react and Mark fumed off toward his site again. They could hear him slam the door on his truck and with a furious squeal he backed out of the space and sped off around the loop. When he was out of sight on the other side, they heard his brakes shriek as he stopped for something, probably a person walking from the bathrooms, then even louder and angrier than before, they heard his truck rumble away.
    “What a fucking nut,” Jess noted. “I can’t believe you nearly went with him.”
    “Now I’m worried about Steph though,” he added. “I think we actually should say something to the police.”
    Chris walked to the park’s security office and soon someone met them at their site. Neither of them had a cell phone signal and it meant hoofing it for help. The security officer had given Chris a ride back so he didn’t have to walk. He was an older gentleman with white hair and deep lines in his face. The officer had handcuffs and a Taser and little else on him. They explained what had happened ever since the weird couple had set up their site and Mark’s behavior through the whole situation. The man wrote everything down and called it in. No one had heard Mark report anything from the park side of things, but they would check in with local police.
    The park security had been helping the officers with their search, and the lines of communication were supposed to be open between the two forces.
    “See, he was lying!” Jess tapped her husband on the arm. “I told you he was a psycho.”
    Chris shrugged and the officer said to call if Mark returned. They had people looking for his truck now and would be taking Mark in for questioning as soon as possible.
    “They only said they were supposed to be communicating, but you get one or two little missed messages that don’t seem important and that’s how stuff falls through the cracks,” Chris said, shaking his head. He sincerely hoped he believed himself.
    Jess and Chris sat at the campfire breathing in the scent of smoke and trying to eat lunch, but spending more time watching the flames, each thinking their own terrible thoughts. Chris assumed that Steph had probably run off and maybe found somewhere to hang out for the night, like at a party or something. Jess had automatically decided that Mark had probably taken her somewhere secluded and cut her into little pieces that he would then feed to wild animals while covered in blood and laughing like a psycho murderer. They each ruminated in silence wondering what to do, if anything.
    “Let’s go swimming,” Chris finally suggested as the macaroni salad warmed on his plate in the sun.
    Jess looked down at her own uneaten food and dumped it onto the fire. She didn’t like to save leftovers that had gotten warm, and she absolutely refused to put the food back in containers with cold food that had been sitting in the ice. “Yeah, that sounds good,” she said. Sunlight, sand, and water would probably help to take her out of the slump she had fallen into.
    Chris suggested that they change into their