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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

“I didn’t work under Sheriff Merritt, but everyone liked him. I voted for him.”

“So did I, once, when I was still living here. I’m biased.” She smiled, putting the cop at ease. “Did Lucas tell you about his podcast?” She wanted to know exactly what Lucas had said to the cop. She had this nagging feeling he wasn’t telling her everything.

Prince nodded. “I asked him why he was here so late, and did he know the woman? He said he wanted to talk to her about a podcast he was doing about her best friend’s murder, and because she had been avoiding his calls and she works late, he’d hoped to catch her when she got off work. He was shaken, but that’s to be expected. He was clear when he answered my questions. Do you think something else is going on?”

“I couldn’t say. I’ve been helping Lucas and I talked to Taylor yesterday.”

“Oh?”

“You can have the detective call me if he needs to, but I don’t know what more I can say. All I know is that she was a recovering drug addict but apparently had been clean for a while. Went through rehab a while back.”

“I’ve responded to far too many overdoses in my time, and often people who have been clean have the worst reaction. They don’t realize they can’t go back to the previous levels of self-medication.”

“I hear you there.” It was a logical conclusion.

“But I’ll make sure the detective has your contact info. The paramedics said it was a likely overdose, but we’ll make sure there’s nothing else going on.”

She thanked the deputy and walked back to her truck.

Did Taylor James overdose by accident?

Or did she OD on purpose?

Either way, Lucas was going to be troubled.

It didn’t sit well with Regan, either. Something was off... It wasn’t the first time she’d thought that, but the feeling was getting stronger. Now she had to figure out why.

Twenty-Three

Three Years Ago
Saturday, April 18

Candace had failed.

She sat on a rock, high up in the mountains as the sun set, and considered her options.

Go back to campus and pretend nothing had happened. She’d probably have to explain where she’d been and what she was doing; she would lie, of course. Because without evidence, she couldn’t tell anyone the truth.

Go home. Find a way to take her finals online. Go do something with her life, anything, and get away from the toxic people at Sigma Rho. Try not to let the guilt destroy her.

Right. Because that’s worked so well for you...