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When I found out that Annie was missin', it was that kind of night, when a dense fog over the river clung to the air. It was like somethin' that could steal a breath. The outside lights weren't visible, from the house next door, and they're always on when it's dark. With the rain bein' warm and the ground still cool, it made the murky cloud the kind that would last till noon, the next day.

Jeff Briggs must have known what the weather report would be, for those three ugly nights from hell. It was his plan that got Annie dead; I just know it. But I'll make certain ole' Jeffrey pays the price for what he did to her. Annie was my twenty-four year old, fraternal twin sister. I'm her brother, Barry Santini. I might be taking too much for granted here, but I'm helpin' the cops, whether they like it or not.

Annie was the type of lady that men fell for easily. Her hair was long, soft and dark brown. Most times, she wore it just layin' over her shoulders. Her skin was perfect, and her eyes a deep green; like a couple of beautiful emeralds, they were. Her smile; boy, it was worth a million bucks. She had a figure that knocked men's socks off, and she knew it; but she wasn't the type of woman to flaunt herself. She wasn't conceded, neither; just used her looks to her advantage, to model for the local store ads. Annie had a sorta' yen to work her way up into the pro model circuit; but even with all her beauty, they told her that a size eight was too big. I think that's a load of bull. Her portfolio was terrific. She looked like a real woman; not like any of those other underfed broads, without chests and all their bones showin'.

I read parts of Annie's diary today, to see if she talked about Jeff. I'm not surprised that there were several pages about him; but she couldn't have known his real character very well. They met about eight months ago, at work. She told me that she was seeing Jeff, but when we talked, she didn't boast. I know my sister and if she thought she was in love, she'd brag. It looks to me as though Annie may have tried to call it off, though. This last passage she wrote in here, about three months ago reads, "Jeff is a nice guy, but he has strange ways about him. He's disorganized, overly talky at times, has some bizarre schemes to get rich; he's too possessive. He's extravagant beyond his means and charges up a storm of debt. I would like to get to know him better before rushing into anything. I'm not ready to just pack up and go live with him. Sometimes

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