desolate, fortyish divorced Philadelphia Private Investigator Phil
begins an innocent, though questionable, dialogue with the pretty
Downes. Phil’s initial online “comments”
of advice plunge into something deeper, as he descends into the abyss
love, put to the test when Marci is kidnapped.
|From Young Blood...
Don’t call me Humbert. This isn’t Lolita in the
Digital Age. Loneliness, more than anything else, trapped me. I can
blame the Internet, questionable judgment, and good intentions. But
loneliness is the real villain in this story. And she’s a bitch...
I don’t even know how I connected to her video, it
was just there. Anyone who’s done random, casual searching for anything
on the Internet, whether for books, bathrobes, or babes, knows what I
am talking about.
No doubt she was cute. Not drop-dead gorgeous, or
model material, but undeniably pretty, probably eighteen or so, but it
was hard to tell. Her video was something of a confessional monologue,
seemingly recorded from a cell phone in her room, complaining about the
stresses in her life. Her voice had that quality of despair unique to
teenage girls. She wore no makeup, dressed in sweats, and her spiky,
uncombed brown hair reached out this way and that. This was not a video
meant to tantalize or tease. It seemed mostly like a cry for help, or
solace, or advice, or something, but not meant to entice. And having
made my own cries that weekend for help, solace, and advice, albeit
silent whimpers to no one, I immediately understood her angst like it
was my own.
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