Lynn Moran
I was among some of the last people to see Lynn Moran.
Like the usual weeknight I was heading into Casco Bay Books and there she was in Milo -barefoot, jeans, and an over-sized, yellow-black plaid shirt- leaning against the counter and chatting to the guy behind the register. I joined Darren and that guy, David, I think, he works with solar panels, at the big wooden table and immersed myself in work on my laptop. After awhile Lynn stepped from Milo into Casco Bay Books and spotted David. With a friendly surprise they exchanged salutations, and she snuggled up next to him at the table. Her large shirt was only buttoned on the middle button. They were catching up, and David occasionally directed some friendly banter toward me and Darren. Lynn teasingly inquired about the strangers he was harassing and we introduced ourselves. I shook her hand- she had a tiny hand. After a short while David asked if she wanted to get a drink, and they left. Later Darren commented that she was drunk and when she walked down the hallway earlier her shirt wasn't even buttoned. I didn't notice she was drunk, she just seemed gregarious.
Several nights later we passed David on the rainy streets of the Old Port, "remember that girl I was with? She has been missing for a couple days." He told us that he had spoken at length to a detective- they went to a bar together, and were there for awhile before she stepped out, and never came back.
Like the usual weeknight I was heading into Casco Bay Books and there she was in Milo -barefoot, jeans, and an over-sized, yellow-black plaid shirt- leaning against the counter and chatting to the guy behind the register. I joined Darren and that guy, David, I think, he works with solar panels, at the big wooden table and immersed myself in work on my laptop. After awhile Lynn stepped from Milo into Casco Bay Books and spotted David. With a friendly surprise they exchanged salutations, and she snuggled up next to him at the table. Her large shirt was only buttoned on the middle button. They were catching up, and David occasionally directed some friendly banter toward me and Darren. Lynn teasingly inquired about the strangers he was harassing and we introduced ourselves. I shook her hand- she had a tiny hand. After a short while David asked if she wanted to get a drink, and they left. Later Darren commented that she was drunk and when she walked down the hallway earlier her shirt wasn't even buttoned. I didn't notice she was drunk, she just seemed gregarious.
Several nights later we passed David on the rainy streets of the Old Port, "remember that girl I was with? She has been missing for a couple days." He told us that he had spoken at length to a detective- they went to a bar together, and were there for awhile before she stepped out, and never came back.