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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

When I didn’t say anything, he shifted his weight. ‘After you left, things escalated. Ms Abernathy was very concerned. She became quite agitated. At some point, and the details are a little shaky on this, bar witnesses and all, Mr Alby stepped in, told her, in his own creative language, to calm down. She didn’t take to that, being worried about you and all, and he became … well, after saying that Mr Nolan got what was coming to him, Mr Alby threw a glass, missing Ms Abernathy’s head by just a few inches. The bartender called it in, but Ms Abernathy didn’t wait to file any sort of police report. Once she realized her car was gone, she insisted someone drive her home, which, I suppose, is very, very lucky. When they saw you, they called nine-one-one, and you can thank them for the fact that you’re here, not frozen on the side of the road.’

I bit my lip, shame washing over me. I’d almost fucked it up, beyond fixing. I could have died.

‘We held Mr Alby overnight and formally charged him in Mr Nolan’s murder yesterday morning. His alibi had actually fallen apart a couple of days ago – he said he was at the bar all night, and though several of his friends confirmed his story, the bar receipts did not – and some details came to light, ones from another state, about a violent altercation with his first wife, ones we weren’t aware of before. Not to mention, my team was able to track down the IP address on that text you forwarded to me. It was sent from a computer in Mr Alby’s house. We’re still waiting on the analysis from that note you provided, but DNA did come back on the notes that had been left in Mr Nolan and Ms Abernathy’s mailbox, and we were able to match the saliva on the envelope to Mr Alby. Altogether, we felt we had enough to get the ball rolling. Mrs Alby –’

‘Mrs Alby?’

McKnight nodded. ‘Yes, or I suppose Ms Moon, since she uses her maiden name for her business. Anyway, she confirmed that she had a copy of the key to your place – Mr Alby could have easily gotten access. It’s circumstantial, but it’s a start. We’re still looking for the murder weapon. I believe his motive is obvious.’

I stared at him, jaw agape, my heartbeat slowing. I could hardly believe it.

This was it. They’d actually gotten their heads out of their asses and done their jobs.

McKnight raised an eyebrow. ‘What is it?’

‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘I just didn’t think you were taking anything I said seriously.’