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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

A jolt goes through me, and I think of Axel Bakker. He said Sophie was wearing a straw hat before she vanished after the struggle above the seawall. Adjacent to the hat, I see something darkening the soil. When I bend down, I’m met by what I’m nearly certain is a pool of dried blood. It’s mahogany in color. It has been there awhile, but it isn’t black. It’s still the color of blood. I know the lab can tell me how long it has been there. I know, however, how long it’s been there isn’t as important as whose blood it is.

I’m focused on what happened down here. How is Sophie’s murder connected to the space?

Connected.

The cabins are connected.

I make my way to an opening that leads down a short passageway. It’s musty, but cobweb-free. Water drips. Through some gaps between the slats in the passage ceiling, I notice I’m under the little cabin. It passes through my mind that young Clark Dibley probably had heard something that night after all. And it wasn’t a door closing. It was a body being moved. Only twenty yards separate the cabins. In another minute I’m under the Lily, the last cabin—the one Kristen and Connor had rented. The tunnel goes farther, and I keep going. I find that I no longer need my phone for illumination. I feel the breeze of the outside come at me.

In front of me, partially obstructed by reeds and a snarl of driftwood, is an opening to the waters of Hood Canal.

Connected.

Connor and Kristen came to Hood Canal for the weekend because she had wanted to—and it wasn’t because she wanted a long holiday with her waiter husband. She knew what was beneath the cabins. She wanted her rival gone.

Ragged as they are, the pieces are falling into place. I find myself back in my car driving to Seattle.

I need to talk to Adam.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO

LEE

Adam greets me with a surprised look when I arrive. I know I’m a mess, but I really don’t care how I look. I’d spent the morning gardening and the afternoon crawling around the passageway between the Octopus Hole cabins. He’s dressed to go out.

“Hey,” he tells me, pretending to ignore my appearance. “Wish I knew you were coming. Made other plans and would have ditched them for you.”

“That’s fine,” I say. “I’m not up for going out.”

“What’s up?” he asks, letting me inside and leading me to the living room. Everything I take in is out of a magazine. And not one I subscribe to. Fashionable. Perfect. Lavish.