Chapters (48)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
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Lucy thought about the two black SUVs that had followed her and Nate and the sedan that had followed Max and Sean when they left Harrison Monroe’s office.
The notes about the alleged stalker were vague, and it didn’t appear that Reed followed up on it, other than to ask Mitch and Stan about it—they both said that Victoria mentioned a “damn SUV” that she thought she saw more than once, but it was more than a month before she was killed and they didn’t think much of it because she didn’t mention it again.
No interview of Harrison Monroe, no mention of him at all in the report. Two men had been interviewed and let go—a known sex offender who lived in the neighborhood with his sister. She said they watched a movie and were asleep by eleven thirty and her brother didn’t leave the house. Didn’t mean he didn’t but based on forensics, it’s clear that Victoria wasn’t sexually assaulted and, again, Lucy believed she knew her killer. Reed thought so as well—she’d mentioned it at least three times in different areas of the report.
The other person who was interviewed—twice—was the rear neighbor. Robert Clemson, fifty. Divorced, lived alone on the half-acre property. He acted squirrelly, according to Reed’s notes, so she asked him to come in. The second interview was because he lied about a fact in his first interview—he initially said that he was home all night but didn’t hear anything, but later the other neighbors, the dog walkers, said that they saw him drive away from his house at ten thirty that night.
In the second interview he told Reed that he had been flustered. He knew Victoria and had literally forgotten that he’d left to meet a friend for drinks. The friend, Melissa Randolph, had confirmed his alibi. But there wasn’t a note anywhere about where they had met or why so late. All Reed wrote was: Melissa Randolph, San Antonio, met Clemson for drinks 10:45–midnight. Her contact information and driver’s license number were both listed.
Was that a real alibi? Who was Clemson? Who forgot that they left their house at night especially after their neighbor was murdered? He wasn’t interviewed until Monday … it was possible he forgot, thought it was a different night.
But Lucy wanted to talk to him herself.
Reed may have followed up again with him and Melissa Randolph if Stanley Grant hadn’t confessed.