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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

“What about the letter to the Overtons?” Lucas asked.

“I didn’t open it. I kept it in the journal. The police have to make that decision as part of their investigation. Eventually, the family will get it.”

Lizzy said, “I’m leading a study group with my math dummies after lunch, but I can cancel if you need me.”

“Go,” Lucas said.

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll call you and maybe come over after, okay?”

“That’d be great.”

Lizzy gave him a quick kiss, waved to Regan, and left. He looked after her. “Is she in danger?”

“I think she’s fine. It’s you I’m worried about. You started this, and if Rachel sees her carefully constructed lies crumbling around her, she might lash out.”

Regan had majored in psychology, but she hadn’t spent enough time with Rachel to fully assess her. She was smart—as evidenced by her career path. She was articulate and cultured. She looked younger than her age and envisioned herself as the friend and protector of the Sigma Rho sorority. She wanted to be their confidante, their best friend. Regan would bet her savings that Rachel loved when the girls came to her with their problems so she could “guide” them. She wanted to be back in the sorority. She didn’t want to grow older—she was Regan’s age, thirty-five, but spent her entire life with college students. Not married. She dated a cop of the same age, but for how long? Was it serious? Had she started dating him because of his investigation? Had she misled him?

Regan remembered that Rachel’s office was filled with mementos of her own college years. Of her sorority and cheerleading and other activities. Nothing about NAU or what she’d done here for nearly seven years. Interesting...and telling. She missed it. Whatever she’d had in Tucson, she wanted it back.

And then the odd conversation yesterday. Rachel had implied that Taylor might be guilty of hurting Candace. That was the word she’d used. In hindsight, it felt like she had been planting seeds.

Taylor was now dead, unable to defend herself—or accuse Rachel.

So many questions; Regan needed answers. At this point, she believed that Rachel valued her position, craved youth, worked with college students not to guide or educate them but because she wanted to be one of them again.

She called Henry, who informed her that he was at the hospital with her dad, and then he put her father on.

“Lucas and I are heading there now,” she told him. “We found Candace’s journal, and I want to give it to Henry for safekeeping. How’s Nicole?”