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Chapters (46)
  1. Books by Hilary Davidson
  2. Author’s Note
  3. CHAPTER 1
  4. CHAPTER 2
  5. CHAPTER 3
  6. CHAPTER 4
  7. CHAPTER 5
  8. CHAPTER 6
  9. CHAPTER 7
  10. CHAPTER 8
  11. CHAPTER 9
  12. CHAPTER 10
  13. CHAPTER 11
  14. CHAPTER 12
  15. CHAPTER 13
  16. CHAPTER 14
  17. CHAPTER 15
  18. CHAPTER 16
  19. CHAPTER 17
  20. CHAPTER 18
  21. CHAPTER 19
  22. CHAPTER 20
  23. CHAPTER 21
  24. CHAPTER 22
  25. CHAPTER 23
  26. CHAPTER 24
  27. CHAPTER 25
  28. CHAPTER 26
  29. CHAPTER 27
  30. CHAPTER 28
  31. CHAPTER 29
  32. CHAPTER 30
  33. CHAPTER 31
  34. CHAPTER 32
  35. CHAPTER 33
  36. CHAPTER 34
  37. CHAPTER 35
  38. CHAPTER 36
  39. CHAPTER 37
  40. CHAPTER 38
  41. CHAPTER 39
  42. CHAPTER 40
  43. EPILOGUE
  44. Acknowledgments
  45. About the Author
  46. Read an Excerpt From the Second Book in the Lily Moore Series, The Next One to Fall

“I am not entirely certain,” Tariq said slowly.

“You saw her, or you didn’t. Which was it, Tariq?”

“I have seen her and not seen her, if you will allow me to explain.” Tariq’s tone was calm, but there was an undercurrent of annoyance. He didn’t like to be challenged, or questioned. “Claudia and I have not been in contact very frequently this year. I have been out of the country for a good share of the time. Unfortunately my absences coincided with yours, Lily. When you suddenly decided to stay in Spain, Claudia was bereft.”

I bit my lip to keep myself from answering Tariq’s accusation. I needed to hear what he knew.

“However, I believe in retrospect that perhaps the fact that you and I were both absent may have forced Claudia to reconsider her appetite for self-destruction,” Tariq continued. “In April, she made the decision, entirely voluntary and entirely her own, that she would go into a rehabilitation center.”

“I know. She told me.” I remembered being annoyed that she’d disappeared for weeks without a word, but then feeling elated when I found out what she’d been up to. I’m so proud of you, I’d told her. Even though she’d gotten my hopes up before, I clung to the idea she’d one day manage to kick her habit. Oh, shut up, Honey Bear, she’d responded. If I’m going to be somebody’s role model, I can’t be such a screwup. It had struck an odd chord at the time, but we’d had so much to catch up on I hadn’t thought much of it then. “Did you give her the money to go?” I asked Tariq.

“Yes. I had been pressing her for some time on this issue. I was glad she acquiesced. The next time we saw each other, it was already July. She was, well, wonderful really. We had dinner on the Fourth of July weekend and she was…” His eyes stared into the distance without focus, as if he were drinking in the sight of her in front of him, and his clipped voice softened. “She was vital and spirited and happy. Well and happy.”

“And after that?” I asked.

“We saw each other next at the end of August. Claudia was unsettled, but she would not explain why. She insisted that she was fine, but I know her too well.”