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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 if she’d lied? What if someone was playing games?

He pushed everything out of his mind and tried again to focus on his homework, but his mind wasn’t cooperating. He hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything these last few months except the Candace Swain murder.

Lucas had a theory he couldn’t share with anyone—not with his advisor and certainly not with Regan Merritt.

If he was right, he would solve two murders. If he was wrong...well, he’d worry about that later.

He didn’t think he was wrong.

“Hey, Lucas.” His roommate, Troy Thompson, rapped on the wall just inside his open bedroom door.

“Whassup?” he said, tearing himself away from his email.

“Would you mind disappearing for a couple hours? Denise is coming over and...” He winked.

“Sure.” Lucas generally didn’t mind letting Troy have the apartment to himself on occasion. They didn’t have a lot in common, but flexibility of this sort actually made their friendship work. They’d been roommates for a year and a half now. Lucas was the slight Hispanic scholarship kid from south Phoenix, and Troy the tall Black rich kid from Scottsdale with a dad whose claim to fame was that he pitched three innings in relief in a World Series more than a decade ago and had a 2.40 ERA over an eight-year career. Troy was real people, buena gente, as Lucas’s abuela would say. Lucas liked him, even though Troy only cared about football, girls, and physical training—which was his major. He planned to be a physical trainer in the NFL. Lucas knew next to nothing about football.

But tonight Lucas was in a mood, and Troy must have picked up on it because he said, “Hey, if you don’t wanna, that’s fine. Denise and I can watch movies and stuff. You’re probably studying.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Really. I’m just tired and frustrated.”

“I’m making her dinner, but I already started, so give me two hours?”

Lucas laughed. “I’ll get a beer at the pub, be back at eleven?”

“Perfect. Thanks, buddy. And I’ll have plenty of leftovers, so feel free to help yourself.”

It was just after eight when Lucas left, passing Denise as she was coming up the stairs. She smiled and said hi, cute in her down jacket and jeans. She was the nicest of Troy’s long string of girlfriends and seemed to have some staying power. It had been three months already, and Troy was still enamorado, as Abuela would say.