Chapters (49)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- 1Saturday, June 12, 6:32 p.m.Fifteen Years Later
- 2Saturday, June 12, 10:45 p.m.
- 3Saturday, June 12, 10:45 p.m.
- 4Monday, June 14, 7:20 p.m.Two Days Later
- 5Wednesday, June 16, 10:40 a.m.Two Days Later
- 6Wednesday, June 16, 12:10 p.m.
- 7Wednesday, June 16, 12:25 p.m.
- 8Wednesday, June 16, 1:28 p.m.
- 9Saturday, June 19, 9:12 a.m.Three Days Later
- 10Saturday, June 19, 8:10 p.m.
- 11Sunday, June 20, 10:12 a.m.
- 12Monday, June 21, 8:52 a.m.
- 13Monday, June 21, 11:15 a.m.
- 14Monday, June 21, 1:18 p.m.
- 15Monday, June 21, 5:38 p.m.
- 16Monday, June 21, 7:20 p.m.
- 17Monday, June 21, 7:30 p.m.
- 18Monday, June 21, 8:20 p.m.
- 19Tuesday, June 22, 10:22 a.m.
- 20Tuesday, June 22, 10:52 a.m.
- 21Tuesday, June 22, 1:08 p.m.
- 22Tuesday, June 22, 1:19 p.m.
- 23Tuesday, June 22, 1:47 p.m.
- 24Tuesday, June 22, 2:40 p.m.
- 25Tuesday, June 22, 3:12 p.m.
- 26Tuesday, June 22, 3:40 p.m.
- 27Tuesday, June 22, 3:58 p.m.
- 28Tuesday, June 22, 4:31 p.m.
- 29Tuesday, June 22, 6:10 p.m.
- 30Tuesday, June 22, 8:05 p.m.
- 31Wednesday, June 23, 9:32 a.m.
- 32Wednesday, June 23, 10:15 a.m.
- 33Wednesday, June 23, 12:45 p.m.
- 34Wednesday, June 23, 1:05 p.m.
- 35Wednesday, June 23, 4:12 p.m.
- 36Wednesday, June 23, 7:24 p.m.
- 37Friday, June 25, 7:17 p.m.
- 38Tuesday, June 29, 11:49 a.m.
- 39Tuesday, June 29, 1:10 p.m.
- 40Tuesday, June 29, 1:28 p.m.
- 41Thursday, July 22, 1:07 p.m.
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also by Alafair Burke
- About the Publisher
“All the emails were about fishing trips. Most of the texts too. I jotted down a bunch of the phone numbers from the call log. I also looked through the contacts really fast, but nothing jumped out. I’ve been too afraid to turn it back on since then. If he had tracked his phone, it would have led him right to me. And I was obviously too afraid to come back here, so I went to one of the rental properties my boss manages. I knew the renters took off for a month to Napa Valley, and I knew where the spare key was hidden. I’ve been staying there.”
“What about your car?”
“It’s in the garage at the rental. I rode one of the house bikes here.” Lindsay started to stand up, but Hope told her not to worry. “I locked it up near the train station and then walked the rest of the way. Figured it would be easier to dash inside someplace on foot if someone seemed to be following me.”
Lindsay reached for Hope’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “It’s like you’ve been living inside a Netflix show for two weeks. Are you okay?”
“It’s not as easy to be invisible as they make it look on TV.”
“I’m just glad you’re safe. And alive. I thought I’d never see you again.”
“I can’t believe he’s dead. Or that the police think I killed him. I mean, even if I had, it would have been self-defense when he attacked me, and I would have called the police. But I’m absolutely positive he was alive when I left that house. I heard him kind of groaning and cussing as I ran out the door. They said on the news that he was shot, and his body was found in the water. They . . . what? Think I somehow got a gun, killed him, and threw him in the ocean? How would I get a full-grown dead man’s body into a car by myself? And I don’t even know how to shoot a gun—as I’m sure you remember.”
The shooting range. What was it about firing that gun that had rattled her so badly?
“Look, we don’t know for sure what the police think. They said for now you’re a person of interest. I do know the police found Alex Lopez’s blood in the foyer of the Stansfield house. I was the one who brought them there when I first reported you missing.”
Hope pressed her eyes shut and bit her lip.
“Hope, I had no idea. How could I?”