My husband says I shouldn’t be watching Beth and Gary through binoculars. But they’re not just our next-door neighbors, they’re renting our property.

I know something’s wrong. When I took over a chicken casserole, they told me they were vegetarians. Now Gary’s barbecuing steak in the backyard.

They’re liars.

I don’t like the way Gary looks at me. And he keeps finishing Beth’s sentences, squeezing her arm hard.

My husband says leave them alone. But I’m sure Beth needs my help.

And when she disappears, I know he’s killed her.