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Chapters (73)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
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  70. Epilogue
  71. Also by Mary Kay Andrews
  72. About the Author
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His voice softened. “Wear it down, okay, Drue? You have really pretty hair. And if you don’t mind my saying so, you look great in jeans.”

“I don’t mind your saying that at all,” Drue said, surprised. “It’s actually lovely, hearing a compliment from a man.”

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, then. Right?”

“Right.”

Once in bed, she fell asleep immediately but awoke after only two hours.

Her dreams were stranger than usual. She dreamed of Jazmin Mayes, staring up from a basket of soiled sheets; of her own mother, Sherri, plucking at the edge of the blanket the hospice worker had tucked around her pale, emaciated body, her eyes clouded by the effects of the drugs in her IV drip. And she dreamed of Colleen Boardman Hicks, and a pile of blood-spattered but neatly folded clothing placed on the bucket seat of an orange Camaro.

Her mind kept drifting back to that binder on the kitchen table, and the mystery of Colleen. Corey was right. She really did need to find herself a hobby.

But in the meantime, she had questions. So many questions.

Exasperated, she sat up in bed and reached for her cell phone, returning to the Google search she’d done earlier in the evening.

She yawned as she skimmed through the first half-dozen articles the search generated, impatient that none of them yielded anything new. But she paused when she came to a 2016 Tampa Bay Times article headlined COLLEEN HICKS WITNESS DELVES INTO 40-YEAR-OLD MYSTERY.