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
Nicole’s voice came through. “I called because I had information, but I had been convinced that I didn’t remember it correctly. Three years ago, I saw Candace in a beat-up white truck driving through campus on Tuesday morning. I knew she was missing, and I thought it was odd. I went to our advisor, Rachel Wagner, and she told me I was mistaken. I don’t remember exactly what she said, but she made me feel stupid, and I began to believe I was wrong. Then on Sunday morning, we went out to brunch, and something caught my eye. Rachel was with us, and I said I thought I saw a guy getting on the freight train. You know the place, the Rail Yard Café. Rachel said it was Joseph Abernathy. She told me I had to call the police. So I did. But I don’t know that it was Abernathy. I didn’t recognize him, I only caught a glimpse. Rachel has a way of making you think you knew something when you didn’t or believe you didn’t know something when you did. It’s subtle psychological manipulation, but you have to understand how much we looked up to her. She was our mentor, our friend, and I never thought in a million years that she would lie to me. Until she tried to kill me.”
Lucas said, “Nicole didn’t realize when she called in to the show that Rachel knew who she was—she had disguised her voice. But by her statement, Rachel worried that Nicole would tell the police that it was actually Rachel who identified Abernathy—the perfect scapegoat for the murder of Candace Swain. Rachel wanted to silence her, so poisoned her with a dangerous depressant she’d stolen from another sorority girl who had a prescription. If Nicole’s roommate, Vicky Ryan, hadn’t come into their room right then and recognized that Nicole wasn’t breathing, Nicole would have died.”
Vicky’s voice came on. “I thought Nicole was angry with me, ignoring me, so I touched her and realized she wasn’t breathing. I called 9-1-1 and immediately began CPR. My instincts took over. By the time the paramedics got there, she had a pulse. Faint, but it was there.”
Lucas said, “Nicole was in a coma for twenty-four hours and was released from the hospital this morning. She is expected to make a full recovery.