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
“I interviewed her sister, Chrissy Swain, and aired part of the interview on the first episode of the podcast, a short snippet on the second, and I have more to share. Her parents weren’t responsive. Chrissy says they’re still grieving, but I had the sense that Chrissy is the one who cares the most and her parents were using grief as an excuse. She wants to help, but she’s in South Carolina.”
“Why are you doing this? Why pick this cold case?”
He hesitated, just a second too long, and Regan wondered if he was going to tell her the entire truth. He’d been so forthcoming up until now. “I was interested in Candace’s murder mostly because I kinda knew her. She worked in the writing lab when I was a freshman and helped me get through English comp. She was a senior nursing student. We talked about some of the classes she took that I was going to have to take for bio, and so, you know, I was as surprised as anyone when she was killed.”
“What else?” Because there was more.
He hesitated again, then rubbed a hand over his face. “I saw her that night,” he said with a sigh. “Outside the party. I saw her talking to the homeless guy, Abernathy. She convinced him to leave. I learned later, through the media reports, that he’d been banned from the campus and that Candace didn’t want to call the police on him. I saw him walk away.”
“Did you talk to the police?”
“I didn’t know that I should have. I didn’t know she was missing, and I only heard through the grapevine that she was killed, but none of the details. It wasn’t until weeks later that I heard about the theory that Abernathy had killed her and jumped on a train to escape.”
“It’s plausible.”
“Could he have kept her captive for a week? She was a healthy young woman. She had no drugs in her system, no physical signs of captivity. I don’t see it. Her phone was found in her dorm room. Who leaves without their phone?”
“You mean, who leaves willingly without their phone?”
“Right,” he said.
“Are you reaching the right audience?” she asked. “I would imagine that most people who were at that party have graduated and are no longer in town.”