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Chapters (87)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CONTENTS
  5. START READING
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. CHAPTER FOUR
  10. CHAPTER FIVE
  11. CHAPTER SIX
  12. CHAPTER SEVEN
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  17. CHAPTER TWELVE
  18. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  20. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  23. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  24. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  45. CHAPTER FORTY
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  64. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  71. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  72. CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
  73. CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
  74. CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
  75. CHAPTER SEVENTY
  76. CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
  77. CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
  78. CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
  79. CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
  80. CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
  81. CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
  82. CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
  83. CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
  84. CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
  85. CHAPTER EIGHTY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

We all need a happy place, right? she wrote.

We all do, though clearly Sophie certainly didn’t find hers.

I scroll through a mix of posts in which she was tagged. Some were from friends at Starbucks. She shared images of Aubrey and Adam too. Those were heartbreaking. A life lived in the real world but now only existing online.

I note the VRBO travel website listing for “Historic Hood Canal Cabins—rent one, rent all three.” The picture shows the Wisteria, Chrysanthemum, and Lily from the beach at low tide. The crescent-shaped bulkhead is studded with oysters and barnacles. Sophie had 640 friends. I scroll down and quickly recognize Janna Fong and Helen Flynn’s pictures.

And one more.

Connor Moss

Works at: The Blue Door

Studies at:

Lives in: Seattle, Washington

“What’s the ASAP all about? You finally crack ten likes on a video of your cat?”

Montrose has arrived and seen me scrolling through Facebook. He’s wearing tan Dockers and a light blue long-sleeved shirt that makes him look like he should be parking cars somewhere. He smells like cigarette smoke, and I hope he’s brought his Tic Tacs.

I pass my phone to him.

“Lab called,” I say. “DNA on the Warner case matched Connor Moss.”

My partner widens his gaze. “I didn’t see that coming.”

He doesn’t surprise easily. It’s clear he’s as astonished as I am.

“Yeah, I just got off the phone with Sarah,” I tell him. “What’s more, Montrose, while I was waiting for you to get here, I went to Facebook—and get this—Connor and Sophie are friends. And Sophie posted on her wall where she was going for Memorial weekend.”

He tilts his head as he looks at the small cracked screen of my phone. “They knew each other? How’d we miss that?”

He’d missed it, but I can’t blame him. He hated social media because it was a weak area for him.

“Yeah, seems like it slipped by us,” I say. “And he would have known where she was going the weekend she was killed. I don’t know what was going on between them, but there’s something there.”

Montrose sets down my phone and slides it over to me.

“Good work, Lee.”

I smile at him as I get up.

“Honestly,” Montrose says as we walk down the hall to let our sheriff know what’s happening, “I would have bet my house on Jim Coyle being the perp.”

“Me too. Let’s get over to the prosecutor’s so we can get a judge to sign an arrest warrant.”

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO

CONNOR