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
Lucas didn’t know if Richie killed Candace, though it didn’t make sense for a lot of reasons. Mostly, though, Lucas believed in Richie’s innocence because Lucas knew more about the police investigation than he let on. He was hesitant to share all the info on his podcast because he wasn’t sure about the legality of what he’d done. When working in the medical examiner’s office over the summer, Lucas had been able to access all police reports—not just the public ones. Technically, anything written down by a cop could potentially be made public, but anyone interested would have to go through the Freedom of Information Act to legally obtain the information. What Lucas had found still wouldn’t have been released that way because Candace Swain’s murder case remained an open investigation. But the police had cleared both Traverton and Tyler Diaz, the student Candace sometimes dated. They had solid alibis for the night she was killed and the night she disappeared.
But just because Traverton hadn’t killed Candace didn’t mean he didn’t know more about what had happened to her, at least for the time she’d been missing. But if he did know something, wouldn’t he have told the police? Wouldn’t he want to help solve her murder?
Lucas worried he was in over his head. He had thought for certain that after his first episode, he’d have a dozen people calling in, telling him they’d seen Candace, that he’d be able to piece together her last days alive. It didn’t happen.
Discoverability was key to a podcast’s success. He had stats of how many people had subscribed—just under three hundred people after the first episode, which was good for something he’d only advertised on his social-media pages and through the school’s pages. Double after the second episode. He’d posted flyers on every board—attractive flyers, because his roommate was nice enough to let him use his color printer so he didn’t have to pay for them. Candace Swain had been popular. Even though she was killed three years ago, wouldn’t others be interested in a nursing student’s murder that had taken place only a couple miles from campus?
You know why they wouldn’t. People don’t care about anyone but themselves.
He pushed the thought aside. He had to focus on the here and now, not the past.