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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

Lucas wasn’t so certain about that, but he didn’t comment.

“Did you tell the police?” Regan asked.

“No, and no one asked me. And...well, I called in, and I really hope you find out what she was doing.”

“One more thing,” Regan said. “Was there anything about the truck itself that stood out? Such as was it a work truck or was there a logo on the side? Maybe a bumper sticker?”

“I don’t know. It was just a basic truck. I have to go.”

“Thank you for calling.”

Regan caught Lucas’s eye, and she nodded. She thought this was valuable, he did, too, but how could they prove it? No one had called saying they saw her after Tuesday...yet she was alive, somewhere, until Saturday night.

Lizzy was frantically waving her arms. Lucas grabbed the blinking light on the phone.

“Hello, caller—”

The caller interrupted him. “Lucas, this is Willa March. I know the truck the other caller mentioned. It belongs to Sunrise Center.”

Thirty-Four

Regan leaned forward as the director of Sunrise Center spoke.

“I noticed the truck was missing that Tuesday evening, but I thought one of my clients borrowed it without permission. The exterior has seen better days, but it’s in great working condition. I let my clients borrow it if they had a job interview out of the area, or to do errands. I never reported it, and I didn’t think... Oh, God, I should have known.”

“You never reported the truck stolen?”

“No. It showed up on Saturday. My weekend director called about it. He was taking out the trash after dinner and it was parked behind the facility, keys in the glove box, unlocked. I really thought it was one of our clients, and I didn’t want anyone to get in trouble. I never put two and two together until now.”

“Willa, this isn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known Candace borrowed the truck.” Regan paused, considered. “Did Candace know the truck was often used by your clients?”

“Yes. She even drove it a couple of times to pick up supplies.”

“You said you noticed it missing Tuesday evening. Before or after dinner?”

“Before. I just don’t know when I last saw it. I wish I had known it was Candace who took it. I would have told the police, and they could have been looking for her.”

“Just to clarify, do you know for a fact that the truck wasn’t parked behind your facility before Saturday?”

“All I can say is that it wasn’t there on Friday before I left after the dinner hour. I don’t know when it showed up on Saturday, it could have been anytime from early in the morning until after dinner. They usually clean up and take out the trash between eight and nine at night.”

“It gives us a window.”