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Chapters (67)
  1. Contents
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART ONETHE EXTREMES
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
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  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
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  18. 13
  19. 14
  20. 15
  21. 16
  22. PART TWOSOMETHING BAD
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  27. 21
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  37. PART THREECHAYLA
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  51. PART FOURHIT AND RUN
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  66. EPILOGUE
  67. AUTHOR’S NOTE

‘I appreciate it,’ Cab said.

He put down the phone and headed out on the deserted streets. The Tampa Yacht Club was only a mile away. He wondered if Ramona would still be happy to talk to him when she found out that he wanted to ask questions about an old client named Frank Macy.

45

Annalie.

Annalie had lied to her. She’d lied from the very beginning. She knew Justin.

Peach checked the date of the photograph on Curtis Ritchie’s camera and saw that the picture had been taken only a week before Justin was killed. A week – just before he dropped off the radar. Annalie was part of the plot. Either she had killed Justin herself, or she knew who did. Then she’d wormed her way into a job at Common Way in order to find out what Justin knew.

Part of her mission was deceiving Peach. Pretending to protect her. Pretending to be her friend. All the while, Annalie had tracked everything that Peach was doing, and like a fool, Peach had played right into her game.

She thought about Deacon’s message.

If Macy is involved in something, he’s not doing this alone. Don’t trust anybody.

She thought about Annalie’s odd reticence in sharing details about her past. She’d written it off to her own paranoia, because she needed a friend. She’d overlooked all the signs that this woman knew more about Justin – and about herself – than someone from the outside should ever have known. She’d trusted Annalie.

A mistake. She stared at the living room in Justin’s safe house, which had been searched from top to bottom, and she thought: Annalie was the one who searched the house.

And now Peach had invited her back here. Annalie – who always carried a gun and had shoved that gun into Frank Macy’s face, as if they were strangers.

They weren’t strangers. They were partners. Working together.

Peach had to get out of the house. She didn’t want to be here when Annalie arrived. Her emotions would betray her. Annalie would take one look at Peach’s face, and she would realize that Peach knew. If it were about anything else, she could wear a disguise, but this was about Justin. She couldn’t stare at this woman and cover up her rage.

She grabbed Ritchie’s digital camera and Toughbook. Before she left, she hurried back into the bedroom, grabbed the photo of herself out of the frame on the small table, and shoved it into her back pocket. That was private. That was between her and Justin, and she didn’t want to leave it for anyone else to find.