Chapters (61)
- Cover
- Praise
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- From the Missing Journal of Candace Swain
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- From the Journal of Candace Swain
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Letter Found in the Journal of Candace Swain
- Forty-Eight
- Acknowledgments
- Booklist
- Excerpt
“Then answer me this,” she said. “Taylor James is dead. She died of a drug overdose. I think she knew a lot more about Candace’s death than she said, but I didn’t get the vibe when I talked to her yesterday that she was going to fall off the wagon.”
“Do you want me to find out more?”
She nodded. “I’d really like to know if there is any chance that the overdose was intentional.”
“Suicide.”
“Or homicide.”
Twenty-Nine
Friday
On her way to town Friday morning, Regan stopped by Lucas’s apartment to check on him. She wasn’t positive that the notes he received were a prelude to a physical attack, but she was cautious by nature.
She also wanted to give him an opportunity to talk more about his motives. She didn’t think he was being deceptive, but she kept going through all their conversations, and there was just a little niggle of a doubt that he hadn’t been completely up-front with her about his motivation.
“I’m meeting with the sorority advisor and president in an hour,” she said.
“Ask if Vicky will let me interview her for the podcast,” he said. “Maybe come on live. She can say anything she wants—talk about how Candace mentored her, how her death impacted her. And I can ask about the last time she saw her.”
“I’ll do my best,” she said.
“They won’t even talk to me, so you’re my best hope.”
“I was going through all my notes last night and listened to the podcasts again, trying to wrap my head around a few things.”
“I went through my notes, too. Great minds,” he said with a laugh.
“Yeah, well, one thing you said about the last time you saw Candace. You were at the sorority to go to the party—”
“No, I went to talk to Candace. She’d quit tutoring, and I really needed her help for my English class.”
“When I was talking to Richie, he said that she quit tutoring before spring semester.”
“Yeah, so?”
“The party was in April.”
“I used her in the fall, and I wanted to use her again. She helped. She said she was too busy. Why does it matter?”
“I’m trying to determine what was going on in her life, what might have led up to the argument with Taylor. Richie implied that she was irritated with someone she was tutoring. I thought you might have known something about it.”
“No. We weren’t friends, just friendly.”
It wasn’t what Lucas was saying, it was his tone and the way he averted his eyes.
Did she press now? Or wait? Would he come around on his own? He was a smart kid, and she had grown to like him quite a bit. He pushed when warranted, listened when he didn’t know something, and assessed information critically. She liked that.