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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

“Well, I really don’t know, but you said even if I think I saw her, to call in.” The caller was female, sounded nervous.

“That’s right.”

“And I went to your website and saw a picture of Candace and a picture of her car, and that’s when I thought maybe I had really seen her.”

“Great. When and where?”

“I, um, I’m only going by my memory, which is three years old. I only remember the day because I was driving back to campus on April 12 from Las Vegas, where my family lives. It was my sister’s sixteenth birthday that weekend, so I went home Friday, drove back Sunday afternoon. I stopped in Kingman for gas, then drove through Starbucks. I saw Candace Swain. Or I think I did. The only reason I noticed was because she was in a blue VW convertible Bug, and I loved the color. Then when I saw an NAU sticker on the window, I did a double take because, you know, I was a student. She was sitting in the driver’s seat in the parking lot of Starbucks. I think she might have been on the phone, but I just looked for a second. Maybe I’m wrong, but I really think it was her because of the car.”

“Could you tell if she was upset? Happy? Angry?”

“No. I mean, I wouldn’t have even remembered it if I didn’t remember the car.”

“Just to clarify, this was the Sunday after the Spring Fling.”

“Yes. The twelfth. Like I said, my sister’s birthday was the eleventh, so I know I got the day right.”

“Are you still a student at NAU?”

She laughed. “Yeah—fifth year. But I finally have enough credits to graduate.”

“And you didn’t say anything to her, didn’t hear what she was saying?”

“I was in my car at the drive-through. I just saw her as I was driving away. And I’m only thinking it was her because it looked like her—blonde, really pretty—and her car is distinctive.”

“Thank you for calling in.” He ended the call and said, “Kingman, Arizona. Two hours west of campus. If Candace was in Kingman Sunday afternoon, why? Was she visiting someone? Driving through, like our caller had been? Was she on her way back to campus or coming from campus? Who else might have seen her or her car?