And there it was: just five feet behind the trapdoor, lying sideways among the garbage like a bloated, gray cabbage; how had he missed it on the way in? George screamed. Dust swept into his mouth as it yawed open, and then he was coughing and crying. He sounded like a fucking dying racoon. Someone had decorated the dead man’s body with garbage, piling it around him like a tomb. There was a cardboard sign with writing propped near the feet of the corpse, and there was something wedged in his mouth between two gummy, grotesque lips.

George shone his flashlight toward the mouth that would give him nightmares for years to come and saw the metal barrel of a gun. Someone had rammed the weapon, backward, into the dead man’s mouth so it stared with a single eye at George. His eyes went back to the sign, the writing slanting off the cardboard in a drunken scrawl. He wondered what the man had done to deserve having a gun rammed down his throat the wrong way. And who had been angry enough to do the ramming? He lunged for the trapdoor, getting one last, horrified look at the face he would later find out was the missing man, the murderer. Someone, probably the someone rotting in the ditch back there, had left a message.

I’m sorry. I was wrong. I just wanted to do the right thing.

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thank you to my agent, Jane Dystel, of whom I am a complete fangirl. You are a woman to be reckoned with and you have great cheekbones. I am so grateful for you.

My editor, Brittany Lavery, who offered so much patience and flexibility as I wrote this book and came up with Juno’s last words. You’re a class act, Brittany! My team at Graydon House, who I’m genuinely excited to be a part of—Ana, Pam, Susan, Roxanne. And at HarperCollins Canada—Karen, Leo, Cory, Jaclyn, Kaiti. Thank you for being my dream team. You make me feel so lucky. Thanks to Sean Kapitain for the great cover.

Shannon Wylie for working through the plot with me in the early days of writing the book.

Serena and Luke Knautz for always being available and willing to do for others. What you’ve done for me and my career could never be repaid. I love you guys. And to Sophia and Cash, who let me borrow their mom every day—thanks, guys! She’s the best.

Traci Finlay, to whom this book is dedicated. You were my first writing partner and first best friend. I don’t know anyone with sharper eyes for plot. Thank you for always dropping everything to help me.