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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

The more Vicky thought about it, the more she thought it was Nicole who’d called in to the podcast and disguised her voice. Why hadn’t she come to her first? Vicky would have listened.

Honestly, she was hurt. Ever since the podcast started, she and Nicole had been arguing. Vicky hated conflict. She needed to figure it out. She didn’t want to lose her best friend. They had done everything together for four years. They’d planned to move close to each other, maybe even share an apartment, depending on where they ended up working.

This whole thing was making her half-crazy. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. Rachel had been the only one she could talk to. She’d been solid through this whole ordeal.

Vicky turned off the lights and went up to her room. She unlocked the door; the room was dark. It was eleven, maybe Nicole had gone to sleep, but you’d think she would have left a light on.

Vicky turned on the small light over her desk. Nicole was lying on her bed, fully clothed. “Nicole,” she said. “We really need to talk.”

Nicole ignored her. Was she that upset? Vicky was the one who had a right to be angry about everything that had happened the last two weeks, ever since that stupid podcast started and split the sorority in half.

“Nicole, come on, this is important.”

Vicky sat at the end of Nicole’s bed. She didn’t move. Maybe she had fallen asleep.

“Nicole,” Vicky said, shaking her lightly. “I’m sorry, okay? Please forgive me.” She didn’t know why she was apologizing, this was mostly Nicole’s fault, except that Vicky felt bad and she couldn’t lose her best friend over this.

Nicole didn’t respond.

“Are you okay?”

Vicky got up and shook her by the shoulders. Rolled her over. Her arm flopped over the edge.

She wasn’t breathing.

Thirty-Eight

Saturday

Both Regan and her dad were early risers, so she wasn’t surprised to find him drinking coffee in the nook when she came downstairs at five thirty. She poured her own coffee and sat next to him. The sun was just rising, but they couldn’t see any colors in the sky, telling her that it was overcast, even though it wasn’t raining. At least not yet.

“What happened with Lucas?” he asked.

She told him everything she’d learned from Lucas and Alexa. “I want to pass this over to Detective Young, but he’s involved with Rachel Wagner. They’re dating.”

“The advisor? The one you think may have covered up Adele Overton’s death?”