“How did you find out?”
“I’m not telling you,” said Belinda.
“So you know. Now what?”
“I don’t know for sure,” said Belinda, “but you can’t expect to get away with this.”
“I have so far.”
Belinda shook her head in disbelief. “Don’t you feel the least bit guilty?”
“Honestly? No. I’m only sorry that you found out.”
Belinda turned to pick up the telephone.
“I wouldn’t do that, Belinda. Put the phone down.”
Ignoring the command, she began to push the numbers on the keypad, unaware of what was coming until she felt the soft silk around her neck. As it tightened, she collapsed, blacked out completely, and hit her head on the corner of the desk.
The killer dragged the dead weight of Belinda’s body to the golf cart. The half-moon provided the only light for the ride to the woods. Once the cart was hidden from view, the killer turned on a flashlight to illuminate the rest of the way to the opening in the forest floor. The killer pulled Belinda out of the cart and lay her at the edge of the hole that led to the underground cave.
Just as with Amy, Tommy, and the sour old librarian, the killer checked Belinda’s pulse and couldn’t find one. Ready to push the body over the edge, the killer noticed the actress was missing one of her shoes.