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Chapters (59)
  1. COVER
  2. About the Author
  3. DEDICATION
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. Acknowledgments
  59. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

‘It’s not about him!’ I cried. It was so strange. It felt, in that moment, as if it had always always always been about Davis. And yet this was bigger, even, than Davis or me. This was something altogether out of our wheelhouse. ‘Please,’ I said. ‘You have to believe me. It was Sam.’

‘Are you able to file a report?’ McKnight asked. ‘About your ex?’

‘It doesn’t matter,’ I argued. ‘Sam killed John, and he wants you to think it was me.’

‘But why do you think he’s trying to frame you, Miss King? From the looks of this note, whoever wrote it is trying to get you to leave town.’

My breath caught in my throat, because in a way, McKnight was right. Of course that’s how it would appear, but he didn’t get it – he didn’t have all the information.

Could I tell him about the knife? What if, somehow, I was wrong? It would only make me look more suspicious. Standing here, waving my hand back and forth – Hey, one of my knives is gone, in case you didn’t notice! – I had to stay in control of this. I had to think.

I took a deep breath. ‘I think Sam wanted to frame me, and I think he had the ability to because he had access to my house, but after I called his wife and talked to his daughter at the memorial, I think he knows I’m getting too close to the truth of what actually happened, and so now he’s trying to scare me away from looking into anything further. In case I figure it all out and tell you.’

McKnight’s eyes narrowed – disbelief.

‘You think I’m paranoid,’ I said. ‘I know it’s sounds wild, but –’

‘Look, Miss King,’ he said, interrupting me. ‘I want to protect you, but here’s what I know: You have an ex-boyfriend, and it looks like he’s been violent. You have a broken window and a threatening note. Now, I understand, given the notes Mr Nolan and Ms Abernathy received that they alleged came from Mr Alby, why you would see this language and believe it was tied to him – and trust me, I will absolutely run forensics on this and log it into evidence for our investigation. However, and this is a big one, I’m going to have a hard time convincing anyone on my team of this theory when we can’t rule out your ex-boyfriend, who you said yourself has broken in very recently. Until you tell us who this man is, this man who’s been hurting you, it’s very hard for us to move forward here. Now, would you like to file a report about the break-in?’

‘You don’t get it,’ I said. ‘You never do.’