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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

Lizzy looked, then she pulled out her phone and looked up Google Earth maps. “Okay, a mine, abandoned because no one found Adele’s body, remote, but accessible by car because you can’t really carry a body a great distance, right?”

Now she was thinking. “Exactly,” Regan said.

“Candace was off. This mark?” Lizzy pointed. “That’s an emergency exit to the mine.” She flipped through her phone and showed Regan an article about the history of mines in Payson. “I was reading this last night when I fell asleep. The entrance was barricaded after a kid got lost in the mine more than ten years ago. But I’ll bet that’s where she went. This one gets too much traffic. Not the mine itself, but there’s a road too close to it. And the one down here? That’s impossible to access except maybe on horses. The road that used to go down there got washed away in a storm more than six years ago.”

“If she dropped Candace in the mine, we’d never have figured this out,” Regan said.

“Or maybe someone would have come forward because they didn’t have the scapegoat in Joseph Abernathy.”

“Good point. Let’s go.”

“Go?”

“Yes. I’ll call the police on the way, but I don’t want to wait for them. Rachel certainly isn’t going to wait. As soon as she gets there, Lucas is going to die. I’m a great driver, I’ll gain on her. How long ago did she get him?”

Lizzy looked at her phone. “I called you, like, one minute after. That was at four fifty-six.”

It was five twenty-five now. Rachel had thirty minutes on them.

“It’s nearly a three-hour drive. We’re going to punch it. I hope you don’t get carsick.”

Forty-Seven

Regan called Detective Hernandez as she drove and laid everything out, including what she was doing. He would contact the Gila County Sheriff’s Department and the Payson Police Department. Regan told him which mine they were going to first but gave him all three locations. When he suggested she stand down and let the authorities handle it, she hung up.

She was not standing down. Lucas was in danger. If the police could set up a command center first and find him, great; if not, she wasn’t going to take the chance that he might die.

They drove in silence for a long time, which was fine by Regan. South Lake Mary Road wound through Coconino National Forest, but she knew it well. Eventually, it would hit Highway 87, which was just as winding but smoother.