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Chapters (97)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise
  4. Booklist
  5. Dedication
  6. Epigraph
  7. One
  8. Two
  9. Three
  10. Four
  11. Five
  12. Six
  13. Seven
  14. Eight
  15. Nine
  16. Ten
  17. Eleven
  18. Twelve
  19. Thirteen
  20. Fourteen
  21. Fifteen
  22. Sixteen
  23. Seventeen
  24. Eighteen
  25. Nineteen
  26. Twenty
  27. Twenty-One
  28. Twenty-Two
  29. Twenty-Three
  30. Twenty-Four
  31. Twenty-Five
  32. Twenty-Six
  33. Twenty-Seven
  34. Twenty-Eight
  35. Twenty-Nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-One
  38. Thirty-Two
  39. Thirty-Three
  40. Thirty-Four
  41. Thirty-Five
  42. Thirty-Six
  43. Thirty-Seven
  44. Thirty-Eight
  45. Thirty-Nine
  46. Forty
  47. Forty-One
  48. Forty-Two
  49. Forty-Three
  50. Forty-Four
  51. Forty-Five
  52. Forty-Six
  53. Forty-Seven
  54. Forty-Eight
  55. Forty-Nine
  56. Fifty
  57. Fifty-One
  58. Fifty-Two
  59. Fifty-Three
  60. Fifty-Four
  61. Fifty-Five
  62. Fifty-Six
  63. Fifty-Seven
  64. Fifty-Eight
  65. Fifty-Nine
  66. Sixty
  67. Sixty-One
  68. Sixty-Two
  69. Sixty-Three
  70. Sixty-Four
  71. Sixty-Five
  72. Sixty-Six
  73. Sixty-Seven
  74. Sixty-Eight
  75. Sixty-Nine
  76. Seventy
  77. Seventy-One
  78. Seventy-Two
  79. Seventy-Three
  80. Seventy-Four
  81. Seventy-Five
  82. Seventy-Six
  83. Seventy-Seven
  84. Seventy-Eight
  85. Seventy-Nine
  86. Eighty
  87. Eighty-One
  88. Eighty-Two
  89. Eighty-Three
  90. Eighty-Four
  91. Eighty-Five
  92. Eighty-Six
  93. Eighty-Seven
  94. Eighty-Eight
  95. Eighty-Nine
  96. Acknowledgments & A Personal Note
  97. Excerpt

Eating an egg salad sandwich at her desk for lunch, she went online to look for the latest on the homicide in the park. Nothing new on the news sites.

Wait. The Register had posted an update ten minutes ago.

Detectives Appeal for Help in Homicide

Orange County homicide detectives are appealing for witnesses and information in the stabbing death of a 34-year-old woman whose body was found this morning in Suntrail Sky Park.

The woman’s body has been taken to the Orange County coroner’s office to determine official cause of death and identification. However, sources have told the Register that the victim is Rita Mae Purvis of Lufkin, Texas.

Rita Purvis.

Emma’s eyes widened. Her mouth fell open as she read.

A man walking his dog at dawn made the discovery in a wooded section of the trail that winds along the communities of Cielo Valle, Lake Forest and Mission Viejo.

“We’ll be canvassing surrounding neighborhoods, talking to residents, checking security cameras,” said a source with the Orange County Sheriff’s Department.

Anyone with information concerning the case is asked to call the Orange County Sheriff’s Department or submit an anonymous tip through the crime line website.

Emma’s heart beat faster; dizziness rolled over her in waves.

Balling her shaking hands into fists, putting them to her mouth, thinking. She went numb.

“Emma.” Roxanna, the office admin, stood in front of her. “Are you ill? You don’t look so good. Want me to call the nurse?”

Emma looked around as if waking. “No, umm.” She shut down her computer, closed and gathered files. Got up and put them away. “Thank you, Rox. Please cancel everything I have this afternoon. I’m going home.”

“No problem. Are you okay to drive?”

“Of course.”

Slipping her bag over her shoulder, Emma walked fast to the parking lot, casting around, looking across the street for anyone watching her. As she drove, Emma checked her mirrors.

Stay calm. At least Rita is out of my life now and forever.

Wheeling through her neighborhood, Emma took extra care not to speed as she scoured the streets for any signs of police going door-to-door.

Nothing.

She could hear a helicopter but couldn’t see it.

Police? TV news?

In the house, she was greeted by Tug, and welcomed the fleeting relief of his affection. She got him some treats and fresh water. She paced in the kitchen, taking deep, shaky breaths.

Rita’s dead but that doesn’t end the threat. When she confronted me in the parking lot, she said ‘we.’ I have to do something. Come on, think.

Emma halted.

She’d glimpsed the backpack she’d used in her search for Tug sticking out from the closet, and a memory came tumbling back.

No.

Emma seized the backpack, finding the treats, bowl and empty water bottle—but no knife.

The knife I took with me. Where is it?