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 understood more than Steven could possibly know. If she’d had advance knowledge that one of her enemies was in town, she would have done more to protect her son.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.
She didn’t know how not to think about it, but she pushed her guilt aside for now.
Brian said, “I need to talk to the DA and the hospital to check on the status of Bergamo. I might have more questions. I have your contact information, Regan. I’ll reach out if I need anything else.”
“If you don’t mind,” she said, “I’m going to head to the hospital now. If I hear something first, I’ll call you.”
“Appreciate it.”
After Regan dropped him off, Lucas spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon digging into the life of Rachel Wagner. By the time Lizzy came by at one thirty, he had a headache from reading so much material online, but he was beginning to think he might be onto something.
Candace Swain wasn’t the first person Rachel killed.
“What’s all this?” Lizzy asked, waving her arm toward the coffee table where he had spread out a hundred sticky notes and his laptop was open, its charger draped across the room, attached to an extension cord. Four Coke cans and an empty bag of chips littered the floor.
He quickly picked up. “I’m not this messy, really.”
“I know you’re not. What are you doing?”
“Trying to figure out something.”
“Let me help.”
“I thought we weren’t going to talk about the podcast.”
“Do you think you can put all this aside right now?”
He shook his head.
“Then, spill it. Tell me what you’ve been doing.”
She plopped down on the couch, waiting.
He sat down next to her. “Regan told me that Rachel had a lot of stuff in her office about her time in college. She was a cheerleader, in the Sigma Rho sorority, all that stuff. She graduated the same year as Regan, so that gave me a starting point. I went through the Sigma Rho archives from U of A, I looked through local press reports, blogs, things like that. When Rachel was a sophomore, another sorority sister—Brittney Posner—disappeared. It was at the end of the school year, and like Adele, Brittney was expected home but never showed.