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Back Vortex
Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. 7
  10. 8
  11. 9
  12. 10
  13. 11
  14. 12
  15. 13
  16. 14
  17. 15
  18. 16
  19. 17
  20. 18
  21. 19
  22. 20
  23. 21
  24. 22
  25. 23
  26. 24
  27. 25
  28. 26
  29. 27
  30. 28
  31. 29
  32. 30
  33. 31
  34. 32
  35. 33
  36. 34
  37. 35
  38. 36
  39. 37
  40. 38
  41. 39
  42. 40
  43. 41
  44. 42
  45. 43
  46. 44
  47. 45
  48. 46
  49. 47
  50. 48
  51. 49
  52. 50
  53. 51
  54. 52
  55. 53
  56. Epilogue
  57. Epilogue
  58. Acknowledgments
  59. About the Author
  60. Also by Catherine Coulter
  61. About the Publisher

Mia said, “And before you say all of that is supposition again, let me tell you exactly what I believe happened. Alex drove the two of you in his precious red Jaguar to Godwyn that night seven years ago. And guess what? We have a photo of the Jag parked outside the fraternity, the license plate nice and clear. Alex gave the Jag to Pamela’s younger sister four years ago. No supposition there, she’s posted photos of Alex with her and the Jag. The Jag’s being impounded as we speak by the Boston FBI, and their CSI team will be going over it. You’d better hope Alex did a good job cleaning up that car. A single hair root, a tiny drop from blood splatter, and they’ll identify Serena’s DNA. The technology is that good now.

“Don’t forget your cell phones. There’ll be records. Did you know wireless carriers keep billing and cell tower records for seven years? Did Alex make a call that night? Maybe from the rave? Or from where you buried Serena at Valley Forge? I can’t imagine after all that excitement, all that work burying Serena, the two of you wanted to drive all the way back to Boston. They’ll find out where you stayed, count on it.”

Kent went as pale as his white walls.

Mia said, “You’re remembering, aren’t you? Remembering Alex made a call? It was Alex who would have, because he was always in charge, not you. He was the one with the big-shot friends, not you. You were always the hanger-on. I don’t think you were the one who killed her, Kent, Alex did. He was the one to put the roofie in her drink.

“Were you upset when she died? You were unless you were faking all your gaming fun with Serena that night. And I don’t believe that. I saw the two of you, laughing, carrying on. Are you going to let Alex dominate you forever, until you’re both in prison for life? Don’t you think it’s time you start protecting yourself?”

His eyes locked on Mia. His expression hardened, and when he spoke, he was once again the big boss, the man in charge, his voice low and vicious. “If you dare to print a word of this, Harper and Harrington lawyers will bury you, bury your whole muckraking newspaper. They’ll hound you until you can’t even find a job writing about snowfall in North Dakota. And you, Juliet, if you accuse us of anything at all, we’ll show you’re the bitter, vindictive bitch you are. Your parents will be ostracized, and your precious concert career will be over.”