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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

He rattled it off, and she put it into her phone’s GPS and hit Go to navigate. It wasn’t far, six minutes. She backed out of the space and said, “You don’t seem to be happy with what we learned.”

“It’s good information, but we’re missing too many details, too many days. Lizzy showed me twenty-three emails that came in, basically telling me to go to hell.”

Regan glanced into her rearview mirror. Someone had pulled in close behind her when she exited the university onto the main road, their lights bright. She adjusted the mirror.

“Do you think the guy who called in was Richie Traverton?” Lucas asked.

“The caller exhibited signs of betrayal. Have you spoken to Traverton?”

“I reached out via email, and he never got back to me. I go to his bar all the time, but I don’t think he knows who I am, at least to look at me. I want to interview him, but if he doesn’t call me back, what can I do?”

“Might be worth pursuing again,” she said.

She didn’t like the car following her so closely. It had been on the campus, though not in the visitors lot. No front license plate—Arizona didn’t require it. Maybe they weren’t following her. They could just be leaving at the same time and being jerks.

She turned left at the light, even though her navigation told her to go straight. She paused the navigation because the annoying voice told her to make a U-turn.

“What’s going on?” Lucas asked.

She didn’t respond. The car followed her.

Regan turned left at the next light, into a residential neighborhood.

The car slowed, followed.

“Okay, that’s it.”

She stopped her truck at the next stop sign. “Stay here,” she told Lucas. She got out of her truck and approached the car.

The driver immediately put on the bright lights, which temporarily blinded her. They made a three-point turn and drove back the way they’d come, but because her eyes were still adjusting, she couldn’t read the license plate.

“Dammit,” she muttered as she climbed back into her truck.

“What happened? Who was it?”

“I don’t know. A small SUV, possibly a Jeep. They followed us off campus, but I couldn’t get the plates.”

“Who would do that?”

She glanced at him, her vision clearing. “Someone who doesn’t like the hornet’s nest you’ve stirred up.”

Eleven

Though Lucas was edgy, Regan seemed calm about the whole being-followed thing, though she didn’t drive directly to his apartment. “Are they still following?” he asked her.

“No, just making sure.”

“Are you sure they were following us?” he said as she parked on his narrow street.