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  1. Goodbye to the Dead
  2. Also By Brian Freeman
  3. Title
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Epigraph
  7. CONTENTS
  8. PROLOGUE
  9. THEN
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  45. NOW
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  72. FROM THE AUTHOR
  73. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

‘Because there’s one thing about Jay’s murder that always bothered me. And it has nothing to do with the gun.’

‘What’s that?’ Maggie asked.

Nathan shook his head. ‘I didn’t have any trouble believing that Janine was the one who shot Jay. Frankly, I didn’t blame her for it. The man treated her like shit. But Janine’s a smart woman. Scary-smart. There’s no way – no way – she would have let you guys pin it on her. Losing control? Shooting Jay in the head and coming up with a lame story that nobody believes? Sorry. That’s not Janine Snow. She would have had a plan for the whole thing, and she wouldn’t be sitting in prison right now. As much as I hate to admit it, she may have been telling the truth all along. The gun wasn’t hers.’

*

‘Hello, Cat,’ Anna Glick said. ‘You shouldn’t be here, you know.’

Anna sat on a plastic chair on the weedy front lawn of her house in Morgan Park. It was a two-story house barely wider than an old Chevy, with a sharply peaked roof and brown stucco walls. Ivy vines draped over the wall facing the street.

‘You haven’t called me back,’ Cat complained. ‘You haven’t answered any of my texts.’

Anna had a Chromebook on her lap, and she wore shorts and a skimpy tank top that showed off her pale, bony limbs. ‘Uh, maybe because the cops you live with told me I should stay away from you?’

‘My friends are my own business,’ Cat insisted stubbornly.

‘Maybe, but I don’t need trouble.’

‘Hey, I won’t tell them. They don’t need to know who I see. Come on, I’m bored. I just want to hang for a while.’

‘Okay, fine, stick around if you like,’ Anna agreed with a sigh. ‘How’d you get here, anyway?’

‘Bus.’

‘Is that smart?’ she asked, eyeing Cat’s bump.

‘We’re only three blocks from the stop. It’s not like I’m handicapped or something.’

Anna shrugged. She nodded at a second patio chair leaning against the house, and Cat went and grabbed it. The day was hot. Both of them wiped sweat from their foreheads. Anna had a can of Bud on the lawn beside her, and Cat ducked into the small house to pour orange juice from the carton in the fridge. Outside, she sat next to Anna and sipped the drink in silence. Anna tapped away on her keyboard, playing a fantasy game. Cat didn’t interrupt her.

‘So where’s Al?’ Anna asked without looking up from her computer game.

‘I don’t know. Working, probably.’

‘Are you guys still an item?’

‘I guess,’ Cat said.

Anna’s eyes flicked away from the Chromebook. ‘You guess?’