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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

“I do. You know what the Marshals Service does, right? We don’t just track down fugitives and guard federal courthouses. We also protect witnesses. You need to be careful. If you see or hear anything out of the ordinary, call me and I’ll come. Is this where you keep all your notes?”

He shook his head. “Some things, but I have a timeline and all important documents at my apartment, off campus.” He looked at his phone. “We don’t really have time to go over there before the show, but maybe after, if you want.”

“That’s good for me if it’s good for you.”

“Yeah. Any help you can give I’d appreciate.”

She didn’t have anything else to do, and helping Lucas solve this murder—along with giving Candace’s family closure—gave her a purpose.

Which Regan really needed right now.

Nine

Regan had never been inside the campus recording studio before—she’d never had reason to be. While she didn’t have a lot of experience with radio or podcasts, the studio appeared state-of-the-art, small but well-appointed. Lucas’s partner, Lizzy, was a bundle of energy and came into the room drinking a Red Bull. Cute and petite, Lizzy might have weighed ninety pounds soaking wet.

“We’re so excited that you agreed to come in,” Lizzy said with a grin, revealing deep dimples. “I’m Lucas’s producer, I guess you can say. I handle the recording, the live cast, editing, taking calls, the whole nine yards. I even convinced my advisor to give me a credit for the work as part of an independent-study project.” She laughed. “Not that I need it, but it’s nice to have the points, you know?”

“Slight change of plans,” Lucas said. “I’m going to read an email I got last night, and Regan is going to help frame the questions. If we don’t get immediate calls, then I’ll interview her about missing-persons cases as I planned, and specifically how to handle witnesses. I’m hoping having someone of her caliber in the studio will make people feel more comfortable calling in. But I also want to cut in with the second part of the interview with Chrissy, what she says after I tell her about the forensics report.”

“Tugging on heartstrings,” Lizzy said.

“Chrissy wants to help,” Lucas said. “She knows what I’m trying to do here.”

“I was kinda joking. But it is emotional for her. That plays on the tape. I’ll have it cued up for you, just give me the signal.”

Lucas motioned for Regan to follow him into a soundproof booth. Lizzy was on the other side of thick glass with most of the controls. Lucas had his laptop, plus on the table was a multiline telephone and speaker that went into the producer’s booth. Two comfortable chairs were positioned in front of the hanging mic.