She nodded. “I believe Alexa. If you talked to her, you’d believe her, too. Everything she’s said has been substantiated by the information we have. She could have ignored the podcast and not written that letter. She wants to do the right thing but is legitimately scared. Plus, she has a young daughter. Her boyfriend is taking her out of town, and I have their contact information.”

“Young has a conflict of interest. You should bring this to his boss.”

“Taylor was killed—”

“There’s no evidence she was murdered. You said it was considered an accidental overdose, pending investigation.”

“This is part of that investigation.”

“But Candace Swain is Young’s case, and while NAU has their own police department, they would immediately pass a capital case to FPD, so going to them would just delay the investigation. Like I said, go to Young’s boss, let her figure out whether to reassign or pull Young in.” He paused. “You don’t have enough, do you?”

“Alexa’s statement. She has no firsthand knowledge except that Candace was with her from late Friday night until Sunday afternoon. She can swear to what Candace told her, but that’s it. A defense attorney would tear her statements apart without additional evidence. Lucas and I traced Candace’s whereabouts up through Tuesday, when she was seen in the Sunrise Center truck, and then we have Alexa’s statement that she planned to go to Payson. I want her journal. Alexa said she hid it in the library, so that’s where Lucas and I are going as soon as they open.”

“And then?”

“I’ll go to Young’s boss. I want to warn Young about Rachel, but then I’d have to spill everything, so it needs to go up the food chain.”

“I know the chief well. I’m happy to help facilitate this.”

“Thanks. I may call on you.”

“I’ll be at the golf course with Henry. Nine holes and then lunch.”

“It’s not raining now, but it doesn’t look promising for this afternoon.”

“We’ll get in as many holes as we can,” her dad said. “Can I share this with him?”

“I don’t see why not. If he has any advice, let me know.”

Regan left to pick up Lucas. They would need to put their heads together to find Candace’s journal.

As soon as he got in her truck, he said, “Lizzy is meeting us there. It’s okay that I told her what’s going on, right?”

“We need help, but let’s keep this between the three of us for now. If the killer knows that Candace hid her journal in the library, they might find it first.”

“Unless they already have.”

“Hey, no pessimism,” she said. “You were far more optimistic than I was at the beginning.”

“Until I realized what happened to Adele. My faith in people is nonexistent right now.”