I know what you did that summer. Does your daddy know?

Sudden chills raced up her spine, prickling the back of her neck. Alana Laroche stared down at the note she'd received in an envelope unmarked by a return address, then at the Polaroid picture that had been included for emphasis.

Had it not been for the picture, she'd have thought this some joke done up by the locals just to get under her skin. But she'd pushed the images out of her mind for years....

Swaths of white belly and dimpled thighs swam into her view before she closed her eyes against the rising nausea. It was one of the tamer ones.

How many were there? Who could have gotten them?

A cold sweat beaded her brow. She swiped it with the back of her hand, sinking back in her office chair to stare at the note.

It couldn't be him. He'd gone to prison and would be there for a very long time. Daddy had made sure of that. Then who?

There was nothing other than a taunt indicated on the note--no demand for money. She'd have to sit back and wait for them to contact her.

She picked up the items, shoving them back into the envelope and then into her desk, underneath the phonebook and some other papers. Hopefully, no one would snoop in her things.

Alana shuddered as the air conditioner turned on and blew cold air over her damp skin. She was getting worked up over nothing. She was a grown woman now. She couldn't give in to scare tactics, or expect anyone to deal with this for her.

No, it would be best if no one found out about this. Alan Laroche was up for reelection this year. Something like this could ruin his chances. No doubt that was the culprit's intentions. To drag up the past, run her name through the mud just to get at her father. More than anything, she didn't want to see something like that show up in the newspapers. She'd just have to wait and see what would happen. Maybe, just maybe, this time she'd get through without any lasting damage besides a dent in her savings.

Alana logged online to her bank account, checking what money she had in the reserves. She'd been saving for a house of her own, instead of renting, but that might be a few more years in the future now. She hoped she wouldn't be wiped out. The very idea was enough to send her into a depression, but she fought off the morose feelings. She wouldn't know anything for sure until, or if, she was contacted again. Maybe nothing would happen at all.