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Chapters (61)
  1. Praise for USA Today bestseller Pamela Crane’s psychological thrillers:
  2. To Talia, for letting Mommy take a million pictures of you for my cover. I know you love the attention.
  3. Author’s Note
  4. The Pittsburg Press
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. The Pittsburg Press
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. The Pittsburg Press
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. The Pittsburg Press
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Chapter 25
  34. The Pittsburg Press
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. The Pittsburg Press
  40. Chapter 30
  41. Chapter 31
  42. Chapter 32
  43. Chapter 33
  44. Chapter 34
  45. Chapter 35
  46. Chapter 36
  47. Chapter 37
  48. Chapter 38
  49. Chapter 39
  50. Chapter 40
  51. Chapter 41
  52. The Pittsburg Press
  53. Chapter 42
  54. Chapter 43
  55. Chapter 44
  56. Chapter 45
  57. Chapter 46
  58. Epilogue
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. About the Author
  61. Enjoy what you read?

“You okay, Felicity? I’m sure that felt like a bomb dropping.”

A humph escaped through my strained grin. “More like a nuclear missile. But at least this is something. I just wish Vera would have told me who she hung out with, and that she had a boyfriend. Why did she feel the need to hide so much from me?”

“You act like you were never a kid yourself, Felicity. Didn’t her call log or texting log show their phone numbers?”

“You would think, but no. The police checked all her cell phone records and listed all the numbers for us. Most were to me, Oliver, Marin, Nana, and the friends I knew about. I don’t know how she was contacting these other people.”

“It’s pretty easy to do through all the social media apps now. Almost all of them have direct messaging.”

“You know we can go directly to the source, right?”

Cody groaned. “You’re going to drag me to see what the boyfriend knows, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am. I’m sure as hell not going alone. You heard what Blythe said about him.”

I skimmed the directions Blythe had given me, trying to hold the phone while figuring out which turn I was supposed to make next. On the dashboard Cody’s phone lit up.

“It’s Oliver. I’m guessing he figured out I’m with you.”

“Why’s he calling you, Cody? He’s acting like a maniac calling me a dozen times. Just answer and tell him I dragged you with me to pick up…I don’t know. Something big and heavy. A dog crate that got delivered to my store.”

When Cody answered, I could hear Oliver’s angry voice from three feet away. Cody held out the phone for me to take. I exhaled and accepted it.

“He—”

“Where the hell are you?” he yelled before I got my hello in.

“I’m running errands. Why?”

“You forgot to pick up the kids from karate class! Their sensei left me three messages during my Zoom meeting asking where you were because you weren’t there yet and Sydney wasn’t feeling well.”

“What!” I yelled. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I must have lost track of time. I’m on my way there now. I’ll be there in less than ten minutes.”

My babies. I had completely forgotten about my babies. I was about to hang up and freak out when Oliver kept going, anger powering every word.

“You know we have to talk about this later. It’s becoming a problem, Felicity. And I don’t know if I can keep picking up your broken pieces anymore.”