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
She asked, “What did you think would happen if you solved Candace’s murder? That you would find out what happened to Adele?”
“They’re connected. I have nothing to base that on, except that when I finally confronted Candace, after she walked away, she turned back and looked right at me. She said, ‘I’m really sorry.’ I know, you probably think she said that because she couldn’t help me or that she felt sorry for me, but it was how she said it. You had to be there. I decided to give her a little space, a couple weeks, then I planned to reach out to her again.
“I didn’t know Candace had been missing until I found out she was dead. There wasn’t a lot of public information about her murder, and the newspaper said the police were looking for a homeless guy who had harassed sorority girls. And I thought that was it, I would never know what happened to Adele. No one would know what happened to her. And I put it all aside, got on with my studies.
“When I took the internship at the morgue, I didn’t do it with the purpose of investigating Candace’s murder. I was filing reports for the ME, and I came across her file. Read it. That’s when I learned she had been missing for over a week before she was killed, that she hadn’t drowned in Hope Springs Lake, and that there was no physical evidence. I looked into the case as it stood. None of it made sense.
“Candace was popular and always went above and beyond. She volunteered everywhere. She built homes for homeless veterans through a program during the summers in Colorado. She worked at Sunrise Center downtown. I thought, Is that maybe how her killer knew her? But the manner of her death didn’t make much sense, especially since she didn’t drown in the lake where she was found. I read everything I could, and Joseph Abernathy seemed like a good suspect on the surface, but once I talked to Willa March and found out the seriousness of his alcoholism? It didn’t make sense that he could kill her, then move her body and cover up the crime, then disappear on a train. So I came up with the podcast idea because I thought someone must have seen her during that week. Maybe they didn’t know what they knew, but someone knew something. And that’s everything. I swear, Regan.”
“You thought when you started this podcast that Candace knew something more about Adele’s disappearance,” Regan said.
“Yes.”
“Exactly what?”