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Chapters (71)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Chapter 63
  67. Chapter 64
  68. Acknowledgments
  69. Discover More
  70. About the Author
  71. Also by Allen Eskens

Andi looked up from the table. “So, what we have so far is a missing router, a woman with GHB in her system who claims to have been with Spencer just before she lost her memory, and a black truck that we can’t find.”

Niki leaned in as if to match Andi’s posture. “Sadie Vauk didn’t knowingly take GHB—we are sure of that. It causes amnesia going forward in time, not back, so we can get an expert to testify that the gap in her memory would have started shortly after she ingested the drug. Gavin Spencer was the only person around.”

Andi looked at Niki. “It’s circumstantial.”

“We have evidence of sexual trauma,” Niki said. “And she sure as hell didn’t jump in the river of her own volition.”

Andi shook her head slowly. “You have enough to get past probable cause, but proving it beyond a reasonable doubt is going to be tough.”

“There’s something else,” Niki said. “We think he’s done this before.”

As Lila listened to the conversation about GHB, her throat had grown tight, and she gave her head an almost imperceptible shake as if to push the feeling away.

Niki opened a folder and slid a picture of a young woman across the table to Andi. “This is Eleanora Abrams. Her body was found in the Mississippi River six years ago in St. Paul. They found signs of sexual assault, although her body was pretty beat up—postmortem. She likely went into the river above the falls, just like Sadie Vauk.”

Matty picked it up from there. “She had GHB in her system, but the ME couldn’t say definitively if it was produced by her body or if it came from an outside source.”

Niki pulled a second photo out and gave it to Andi. “This is Virginia Mercotti. She was pulled out of the river at Gorge Park four years ago. Same MO: sexual trauma, fully clothed, and elevated levels of GHB, source undetermined.”

Andi put the two pictures beside one another on the table, “before” pictures of the two young women smiling at the camera, oblivious to the horrific turn their lives were about to take.

Niki slid a third picture across the table. “Two years ago. Her name is Chloe Ludlow. Found her floating in Ford Parkway. We believe all three were put into the river upstream of the falls. None of them had defensive wounds or ligature marks. All three had elevated levels of GHB, and we can prove that Ms. Ludlow’s GHB came from an external source.”

Andi laid the picture of the third victim next to the others. “Do we have a connection between these women and Spencer?”

“Not yet,” Niki said. “We focused on getting him off the streets. The guy has money—well, his mother has money. Either way, he’s a flight risk. We didn’t want to give him a chance to run.”