Twelve photos. Black and white. Faceless, nude women, posed unnaturally, limbs bent as if broken. He’d found them, wedged between two boards in the attic of his new home, and on the back of each…pencil scratch: 1953 Joan, 1961 Maria, 1964 Emma… It took little effort to research the connection…dates, names, Cincinnati. The screen blazed back at him. Missing. Queensgate. Never found. Famous photographer suspected. Released. Lack of evidence. Greg raced back up the attic ladder with a crowbar. Prying up the boards, he sat back and gazed at the bones. He thought he heard a girl whisper, “We’ve been waiting for you.” Join in… The 💯 Story Challenge You…