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  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Video #1
  6. One
  7. Two
  8. Three
  9. Four
  10. Five
  11. Six
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Ten
  16. Eleven
  17. Twelve
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-One
  27. Twenty-Two
  28. Twenty-Three
  29. Twenty-Four
  30. Twenty-Five
  31. Twenty-Six
  32. Video #2
  33. Twenty-Seven
  34. Twenty-Eight
  35. Twenty-Nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-One
  38. Thirty-Two
  39. Thirty-Three
  40. Thirty-Four
  41. Thirty-Five
  42. Thirty-Six
  43. Thirty-Seven
  44. Thirty-Eight
  45. Thirty-Nine
  46. Forty
  47. Forty-One
  48. Forty-Two
  49. Forty-Three
  50. Forty-Four
  51. Forty-Five
  52. Forty-Six
  53. Forty-Seven
  54. Forty-Eight
  55. Forty-Nine
  56. Fifty
  57. Fifty-One
  58. Fifty-Two
  59. Fifty-Three
  60. Fifty-Four
  61. Fifty-Five
  62. Fifty-Six
  63. Fifty-Seven
  64. Fifty-Eight
  65. Fifty-Nine
  66. Sixty
  67. Sixty-One
  68. Sixty-Two
  69. Sixty-Three
  70. Sixty-Four
  71. Sixty-Five
  72. Video #3
  73. Sixty-Six
  74. Sixty-Seven
  75. Sixty-Eight
  76. Sixty-Nine
  77. Seventy
  78. Seventy-One
  79. Seventy-Two
  80. Seventy-Three
  81. Seventy-Four
  82. Seventy-Five
  83. Seventy-Six
  84. Seventy-Seven
  85. Seventy-Eight
  86. Seventy-Nine
  87. Eighty
  88. Eighty-One
  89. Eighty-Two
  90. Eighty-Three
  91. The Final Video
  92. Acknowledgments
  93. About the Author
  95. Back Cover

“Maybe they didn’t even look in the garage. Why would they? They searched the house because they wanted to find anything that was related to Chloe. Her computer, her journal. Hair samples. Clothes for those scent dogs they used during the searches. But it was all Chloe’s stuff. Why would they look in a place that belongs to Scott? Chloe never went in the garage. She didn’t keep anything in there. And Scott was never a suspect.”

“No,” Basher says, shaking his head. “No. Not this. You can’t say this.”

“Just tell me how you get into the garage, Mike,” I say. “I know there’s a code. I’ve seen Scott use it. If you tell me that, I’ll leave.”

“You’re going to break into their house again?”

“I didn’t break in. And this is just the garage. I want to look at the car and then leave.”

“How do you know I wouldn’t give you the wrong code? Or maybe Scott changed it? He changes it every couple of months. How do you know I won’t give you the code and call the police?”

“I don’t know any of that,” I say. “But I’m willing to risk it.”

He studies me in the darkness, his eyes looking down on me.

“Look, I know you care about Chloe, too,” I say. “I know that. You wrote that poem about her. You want to know what happened. All I’m doing is trying to eliminate this…contradiction. Once it’s cleared up, I’ll never think about it again. I’ll move on.”

Basher’s still staring at me, and I can’t read the look on his face. I expect him to grab me again and drag me back to my car. But he stands still while the clouds rush by overhead.

“You’re an idiot, you know that,” he says.

“I know.”

“I mean, really. There’s something wrong with you.”

“There is. You’re right.”

Basher turns and starts back for the house.

“Is that it?” I say. “You’re not going to help?”

“Get in your car,” he says. “I have to get my shoes.”

Seventy-Nine

We park in the same spot as the night of the great journal heist.

It’s getting close to nine, and the neighborhood is quiet. Our mission is easier. We’re just going into the garage, not the house. Basher and I dash across the grass like overgrown trick-or-treaters. We move through a few neighbors’ yards until we reach the Summerses’ property. Mike is ahead of me, and he presses his body against the side of the garage, so I do the same.

There are two lights on in the house—one in Chloe’s room and one in the kitchen. But we can’t see anyone. Both cars are in the driveway—Laura’s and the rental I saw at the accident site.