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The sun was starting to sink when Elizabeth finally saw the sign.
She had been driving most of the afternoon, following the coastal road with no real hurry. Music played quietly from the car speakers while the ocean appeared now and then between cliffs and stretches of highway. Sometimes it disappeared again behind trees and buildings, only to come back a few minutes later.
Her window was open, warm air rushing into the car and pushing loose strands of hair across her face.
She didn’t bother fixing them.
Santa Carla hadn’t really been part of the plan. It had just been a name on the map earlier that morning when she’d been deciding where to go next. She’d been driving down the coast for a few days already, stopping wherever a place looked interesting enough.
Santa Carla happened to be on the way.
One night there wouldn’t hurt.
Maybe she’d walk around a little, see the beach, grab something to eat on the boardwalk if there was one. Then she’d move on again in the morning.
Simple.
The road curved gently, and the sign appeared ahead of her.
WELCOME TO SANTA CARLA
Elizabeth slowed slightly as she passed it, mostly out of habit. The sign looked like every other coastal town sign she’d seen on the trip. Big, sun-faded, decorated with painted waves and a seagull that had definitely seen better days.
Totally normal.
She kept driving.
A few seconds later, she glanced up at the rearview mirror.
That was when she noticed the back of the sign.
Someone had spray-painted huge black letters across the metal.
MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD
Elizabeth stared at the mirror for a moment.
“…Well that’s reassuring.”
A small laugh escaped her as she shook her head and looked back at the road.
Probably just some stupid prank. Teenagers with a spray can and nothing better to do. Every town liked to pretend it had some creepy reputation.
Santa Carla didn’t exactly look like a murder capital.
As the road dipped slightly into town, the place looked… pretty normal.
Palm trees lined the streets. Small shops sat side by side along the sidewalks. People walked around carrying shopping bags or drinks, like it was any regular evening.
The sunlight painted everything in soft orange and gold.
Elizabeth relaxed back into her seat.
Yeah. Definitely just a dumb joke on a sign.
A few minutes later she spotted a small motel on the corner of a side street.
The neon sign above the parking lot buzzed faintly.
Seabreeze Motel
It wasn’t fancy, but it looked clean enough. A row of doors faced the parking lot, each with a number beside it and a small window with curtains pulled halfway shut.
Perfect for a quick stop.
Elizabeth pulled into the lot and parked near the front office.
The place felt quiet compared to the main road. A few cars were scattered around the lot, and somewhere nearby she could hear distant music drifting through the air.
Probably from the beach.
Inside the small office, the air conditioner hummed loudly.
A bored-looking clerk sat behind the desk, barely glancing up from a small television as Elizabeth stepped inside.
“Room for one night,” she said.
He slid a clipboard across the counter.
A minute later he handed her a key attached to a thick plastic tag.
“Room twelve.”
“Thanks.”
Elizabeth stepped back outside, the warm air hitting her again as the door closed behind her.
Room twelve was near the end of the building. She unlocked the door, stepped inside, and dropped her bag on the small table next to the bed.
The room was simple. A bed, a chair, a dresser, and a small bathroom.
Nothing special.
But it was fine for one night.
She glanced out the window.
The sky was starting to shift from gold to pink now, the sun slowly sinking lower. From somewhere in the distance came the faint sound of music and voices.
And something else.
Motorcycles.
Elizabeth tilted her head slightly, listening.
The sound faded, then returned again a moment later.
It didn’t take much guessing to figure out where all that noise was coming from.
The boardwalk.
Most beach towns had one, and judging by the music drifting through the air, Santa Carla’s was probably busy tonight.
Elizabeth checked the time on her phone.
Still early enough.
She grabbed her jacket from the chair and stepped back outside, locking the motel room behind her.
The streets were more alive now than when she’d driven into town.
People walked along the sidewalks in small groups, talking and laughing. A few cars drove slowly past, windows down, music spilling out into the evening air.
Elizabeth followed the sound of the music toward the coast.
It didn’t take long before the street opened up and the boardwalk came into view.
Lights were already glowing everywhere.
Neon signs blinked above food stands and arcades. Strings of bulbs stretched across parts of the walkway, casting warm light over the crowds moving between the stalls.
Music played from somewhere ahead, loud enough to echo across the wooden boards.
Elizabeth stepped onto the boardwalk and slowed slightly.
For a moment she just looked around.
People everywhere.
Families with kids running ahead of them. Teenagers gathered in small groups. Couples walking side by side, sharing food or drinks.
The smell of fried food drifted through the air, mixing with salt from the ocean.
Someone laughed loudly nearby while an arcade machine chimed somewhere behind her.
Elizabeth smiled a little.
Okay.
This place was actually kind of cool.
She wandered slowly down the boardwalk, passing food stands, small souvenir shops, and rows of arcade games flashing bright colors into the evening air.
A street musician played guitar near one corner while a small crowd watched.
Further down, the sound of motorcycles rolled across the boardwalk.
Elizabeth turned slightly at the noise.
A group of bikes had pulled up near the edge of the walkway, their engines cutting off one after another.
She didn’t pay much attention at first.
Motorcycles weren’t exactly unusual here.
But something about the group standing beside them caught her eye anyway.
Four guys.
They stood near the bikes like they belonged there.
Leather jackets. Boots. Chains that caught the glow of the neon lights.
One of them leaned casually against his motorcycle, dark hair falling around his face. Another rested his arms across the handlebars of his bike, watching the crowd with quiet interest.
A third one laughed at something the fourth had said.
Elizabeth looked away again before she realized she had been staring.
Just another group of guys hanging out.
Still…
There had been something about them.
She continued walking along the boardwalk, weaving between people and stands, letting the noise and movement pull her along.
Behind her, the four figures near the motorcycles had gone quiet.
Paul was the first one to notice her.
“Hey,” he muttered, nudging Marko slightly with his elbow. “Check her out.”
Marko followed his gaze.
A girl walking through the crowd a short distance away.
Nothing flashy about her. Just a jacket, jeans, and wind-tangled hair from the ocean breeze.
But something about her stood out anyway.
“Huh,” Marko said.
Dwayne lifted his head slightly, curiosity pulling his attention in the same direction.
And then David looked.
The moment his eyes landed on her, something shifted.
None of them spoke for a second.
Elizabeth kept walking, unaware of the sudden silence behind her.
The crowd moved around her as she passed another row of stands, pausing briefly to watch someone win a stuffed toy from a game booth.
For a moment she forgot completely about the group by the motorcycles.
Until she felt it.
That strange feeling people sometimes got when someone was watching them.
Elizabeth slowed slightly.
Maybe she imagined it.
Still…
She glanced over her shoulder.
Across the boardwalk, near the motorcycles, the four guys were still standing there.
And they were definitely looking at her.
One of them—tall, pale, with sharp blond hair—met her gaze directly.
His expression didn’t change.
He just watched her.
Elizabeth looked away again quickly, a little confused by the sudden eye contact.
Weird.
She kept walking.
A few seconds later she risked another glance back.
They hadn’t moved.
Still watching.
Elizabeth frowned slightly to herself before turning back toward the lights and noise of the boardwalk.
Santa Carla was interesting.
That much was already clear.
But she had the strange feeling that the night had only just started.