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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

Taylor had died here. Right here, outside, alone, and Lucas hadn’t been able to save her.

He stared at the lounge chair where he’d found her, almost saw her again, her bare arm hanging over the edge, her eyes half-open.

Maybe she didn’t die alone.

Where had that thought come from?

Suicide made sense. Sure, the timing was suspicious, but it would be confirmed at the autopsy. Unless it was inconclusive. Or they suspected accidental drug overdose so that’s what they would see. None of this sat right with him. He hadn’t wanted her to die. He’d only wanted answers.

Answers he’d known Taylor had.

He tried the back door.

It was unlocked.

He didn’t hesitate. He went inside, hoping no one saw him.

The house was dark because of the closed blinds. It reeked of cigarette smoke.

He pulled on the latex gloves that Regan had left at his house after she handled the letter he received. He meant to throw them out, but when he saw them this morning he reconsidered, thinking they very well might come in handy.

He went back to the rear door and wiped the knob. Just in case. He wasn’t planning on taking anything—he just wanted to see if there was any connection he could find to Candace’s murder.

Even though Taylor had died outside, he assumed the police had gone through the house when her body was found. To make sure nothing was turned on, like the stove, no potential dangers, no visible drugs, no other victims.

Why was she outside in the middle of the night when it was so cold?

The police would follow up at her work, with her neighbors, just for the report, even if they thought she overdosed. Verify she had been at work, see if they could trace where she’d gotten the drugs, find out if anyone had been with her. Try to figure out her state of mind to help determine if this was an accident or suicide. And if someone had been with her, left her to die? That might be considered manslaughter.

Regan could find those answers faster, and Lucas would ask if she’d followed up with the detective. Lucas hadn’t been called, which surprised him. Did they not care? Or was a drug death not a priority? Right now he was wondering why—when it had been forty degrees that night—she hadn’t been inside her house when shooting up.