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Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  22. Sixteen
  23. Seventeen
  24. Eighteen
  25. Nineteen
  26. Twenty
  27. Twenty-One
  28. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  29. Twenty-Two
  30. Twenty-Three
  31. Twenty-Four
  32. Twenty-Five
  33. Twenty-Six
  34. Twenty-Seven
  35. Twenty-Eight
  36. Twenty-Nine
  37. Thirty
  38. Thirty-One
  39. Thirty-Two
  40. Thirty-Three
  41. Thirty-Four
  42. From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
  43. Thirty-Five
  44. Thirty-Six
  45. Thirty-Seven
  46. Thirty-Eight
  47. From the Journal of Candace Swain
  48. Thirty-Nine
  49. Forty
  50. Forty-One
  51. Forty-Two
  52. Forty-Three
  53. Forty-Four
  54. Forty-Five
  55. Forty-Six
  56. Forty-Seven
  57. Letter Found in the Journal of Candace Swain
  58. Forty-Eight
  59. Acknowledgments
  60. Booklist
  61. Excerpt

Not so much in the last year, she realized. But grief did that to you. She hadn’t wanted to talk to anyone after Chase died.

She shook the thoughts of the past from her head and focused on the present. Rachel was protective of Sigma Rho, and she had been around when Candace disappeared. She very well might know more about what had happened than she let on. Perhaps she was protecting one of her sorority sisters. Taylor? Would Rachel protect a killer? What would Taylor’s motive be...and why on earth would a professor protect her?

Maybe Regan was jumping the gun on this, but she couldn’t shake the thought that both Rachel and Taylor knew more than they’d told her or than they’d told the police. Whether that information was directly related to Candace’s murder was anyone’s guess.

But Regan was determined to find out.

Nineteen

It was after five thirty by the time Regan arrived back at her dad’s house. She tried to recall what was in the refrigerator for her to eat. She was famished.

There were packages at the front door, so her dad wasn’t home yet, which surprised her. She walked up the stairs and picked up two small boxes, both addressed to John Merritt. There was also a large manila envelope that had been sent two-day mail. For Regan.

The return address: Dyson, Brooks, & Shapiro, Attorneys-at-Law.

Regan’s lawyer was Beth Shapiro.

All thought of food left her head. She unlocked the front door, dropped the boxes on the counter, and took the envelope to her dad’s office. She sat at his desk and stared.

She knew what this was.

As soon as she signed on the dotted line, her divorce would be final.

She could wait, but why? Regan couldn’t imagine that there were any outstanding issues. Beth would have called her.

Regan opened the package, and it was as she’d expected, though she was somewhat surprised Beth hadn’t called to tell her the papers were on their way. She read the brief letter attached to the documents.

Blah blah blah.

Sign all three copies and keep one for yourself, return the other two in the postage-paid envelope to their office. Colorful arrows pointed to where she was supposed to sign. As if there was anything cheery about divorce.

Grant had already signed. Of course he had. He wanted the divorce as much as she did—maybe more—and he was local. Easy to go into the lawyer’s office to sign away the twelve years they’d shared.