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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 do you think?” Regan asked her dad when the first episode ended.

“I think he’s playing Hardy Boys and is going to ruffle a lot of feathers for no reason.” John rose from his seat and stretched.

“It is a cold case,” Regan reminded him. “Three years. Maybe some feathers need to be ruffled.”

Her dad grunted. He didn’t agree or disagree with her, he wanted more information. But he was curious. Just like she was.

“Nightcap?” he asked.

“Sure.” As her dad walked behind his small bar and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, she asked, “You didn’t hear about this last week when he aired the first episode?”

She remembered when her dad and her older brother had built the bar between the kitchen and the family room. It had ended up being a central gathering place when the family got together.

“No one mentioned it to me, and I don’t think I’ve listened to a podcast in my life.”

“He told me earlier today that he has evidence she didn’t drown in the lake. I’m surprised he didn’t share that on his podcast.”

“He has evidence? That he didn’t turn over to police?”

She shook her head. “He read the autopsy report, and because he’s a forensics student, he understood that the water in her lungs was heavily chlorinated. The lake is not.”

“Then, the police know that and are investigating accordingly.”

“Maybe.”

Her father handed her the JD over ice. “Maybe. You know how these things work.”

“After three years it seems the police are stuck. Maybe this podcast can jump-start the investigation and solve Candace’s murder, give closure to the family. Her sister is cooperating.”

Her dad didn’t comment. He wouldn’t be easily swayed, but he was a fair man.

“Ready for the cobbler? It’s good,” he said.

“I can get it.”

“No, go ahead, start the next episode, I’ll dish you up a bowl.”

He sounded like he wasn’t interested, but she knew her dad well enough to know if he didn’t want to do something, he wouldn’t do it. He just wasn’t ready to admit the case intrigued him.

She started the second episode. After the music, Lucas gave a brief summary of the first episode and reminded his listeners that the podcast was live and if anyone had information about the case, and in particular Candace’s whereabouts during the days she had been missing, they were encouraged to call in. He gave the studio number, his website, and his email.