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
“Because Lucas is a student, not the police. Vicky is very law-and-order, which is great, but I think she has too much faith in them. It’s been three years, and they haven’t figured out what happened to Candace. And they don’t care. I mean, I’m sure they care, but it’s not the same. Vicky is positive that the homeless guy killed her. I mean, she believes it like she believes the sky is blue.”
“You don’t?”
“No. I mean, I suppose anything’s possible, but Candace was acting really, really weird before she disappeared.”
“How so?”
“Mostly, she kind of removed herself from the sorority her last semester. I mean, she lived there and everything, but she didn’t do anything with us, didn’t come to movie nights, missed several council meetings. Vicky was on the council as the first-year representative, and she complained about Candace all the time. Candace was Vicky’s mentor, and she felt she was getting the short end because Candace kept canceling on her and not telling her why. But at the same time, Vicky worshipped her. Candace was smart and beautiful and everyone liked her. Vicky wanted to be just like her.”
“So if you don’t think that Joseph Abernathy killed Candace, what do you think happened to her?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I think this podcast is a good idea.” She leaned forward and whispered, “What if it was someone in the sorority? We were talking last night, the group of us who are fascinated by this case, and were wondering if maybe Taylor James killed her, and that’s why she overdosed. They were arguing a lot, not just at the party.”
“About what?”
“I have no idea, because anytime someone would walk into a room, they’d stop talking. The night of the party, I heard Taylor call Candace a selfish bitch. I don’t know the context or anything, but it was harsh.”
“How long was this going on?” Lizzy felt like a detective, asking questions of a witness. It was kind of thrilling.
“I don’t know. They never really liked each other as long as I knew them, but they did things together.”
Lizzy considered her options. “What if you call in tonight and share what you know, except for the really personal stuff that someone might know you’d be the only one to know.”
“I told you, I can’t. They’ll recognize my voice, just like Nia.” Nicole put a hand to her mouth. “Dammit.”
“I won’t say anything. But I can disguise your voice. I can run it through a program so it’ll be totally distorted.”
“I don’t know.”