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Chapters (48)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Prologue
  6. PART 1
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. PART 2
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. PART 3
  27. Chapter 19
  28. Chapter 20
  29. Chapter 21
  30. Chapter 22
  31. Chapter 23
  32. Chapter 24
  33. Chapter 25
  34. Chapter 26
  35. Chapter 27
  36. Chapter 28
  37. Chapter 29
  38. Chapter 30
  39. Chapter 31
  40. Chapter 32
  41. Chapter 33
  42. Chapter 34
  43. Chapter 35
  44. Reading Group Guide
  45. A Conversation with the Author
  46. Acknowledgments
  47. About the Author
  48. Back Cover

BENTLEY: Yes, she was. She lived upstairs with her husband, Andrew. I knew Bev very well. She’s a close friend of mine. I mean, she was… (inaudible)

PUHL: Okay. Do you know this woman? Please let the record indicate that I am showing Ms. Bentley a picture of Mrs. Paula Christine Wileson.

BENTLEY: Yes. I only know her as Chris, though. We met about a week ago.

PUHL: Where did you meet?

BENTLEY: At a dog park near my apartment. She came there because she was looking for someplace to take her dog. I should have known something was wrong with her that day.

PUHL: What do you mean?

BENTLEY: She just seemed a little bit off, you know? Like she was there for a purpose and was trying to hide it. She didn’t have her dog with her that day, which seemed a little weird. And she kept looking at me the whole time like she knew me.

PUHL: Did you ask her why she was looking at you that way?

BENTLEY: No, of course not.

PUHL: Did you interact with her?

BENTLEY: Just a little. She was talking to one of my neighbors about the park. Then she started talking about Ryan Hooks, and then she was gone.

PUHL: What did she say about Hooks?

BENTLEY: That she’d just gotten tickets to go to his concert the next day.

PUHL: When did you see her again?

BENTLEY: Um, I guess it would’ve been in the park again, two days later. I go out there almost every day, and she showed up. With her dog this time.

PUHL: Did you tell her that you would be there?

BENTLEY: No, I didn’t, but I later found out that my sister did.

PUHL: When you arrived at the park the second time, did she approach you, or did you approach her?

BENTLEY: She came up to me. I was just sitting there, and she walked over and asked if I remembered her. She seemed to remember a lot about me, but I didn’t really think too much about it. She told me that she was an artist and that she was looking for work. Said she was going through a really rough time because of medical bills for her husband, and she asked if I had any friends who might be looking for some artwork. She kept making comments about how she needed more clients “like me” and in my “world”—I wasn’t really sure what that meant. Anyway, I’m actually looking for an artist to do some work for my company’s fashion show, and after she showed me a few samples, I decided to give her a chance.

PUHL: Why? I mean, if she seemed a bit “off” to you, as you said earlier.

BENTLEY: I don’t know. Believe me, I’m regretting it. My sister says I’m too trusting, and I think maybe I should start listening.