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
When Lucas had talked about Adele with Candace, she had flipped. Her reaction made Lucas suspicious. But until he found the photo, he didn’t have any hard proof that they were friends. Now that he had it, he didn’t know what to do with it.
Regan was staring at him. “Lucas,” she said, “I think we have a caller.”
He didn’t realize that Regan had been talking about witness statements and reliability; he’d zoned out.
“Sorry. Brain freeze,” he said and gave a little laugh. She looked at him oddly, so he turned away, glanced at Lizzy through the glass. She put up two fingers, and he pressed the second line on the studio phone.
“Hello, this is Lucas Vega with Regan Merritt talking about the reliability of witnesses. Do you have a comment?”
“Well, I’m sorry about your friend who went missing,” a female voice of indeterminate age said. “But really, is bringing all this up again helpful? That poor girl overdosed. Don’t you think that maybe your podcast had something to do with that? That you’re dredging up this tragedy and reminding Candace’s friends what happened? Maybe Ms. James couldn’t take it. Depression and drugs don’t mix.”
“I don’t know that Ms. James’s personal problems can be connected to a true-crime podcast,” Lucas said.
“Really? Well, if you think that, then maybe you’re not all that sensitive to other people’s situations. How do you think you’d feel if someone started dragging your friend’s name through the mud? If they started talking about it and making you feel sad again? You’re insensitive and sensational, throwing far-fetched theories out there. You have no idea what you’re doing, other than hurting people. It’s borderline evil.”
The caller hung up.
Lucas had no idea what to say.
Fortunately, Regan intervened. “The police are currently investigating the death of Taylor James. Preliminarily, as the newspaper said this morning, she died of a drug overdose, but they will conduct a thorough investigation to ensure that it was accidental. Sometimes a tainted drug hits the streets and they’ll want to track it to prevent more deaths. And we don’t know Ms. James’s state of mind. So that case needs to be left up to the authorities, as it’s an active investigation.