Chapters (83)
- Epigraph
- Maps
- (prologue)
- Part 1: Signs and Vapors
- (one)
- (two)
- (three)
- (four)
- (five)
- (six)
- (seven)
- (eight)
- (nine)
- (ten)
- (eleven)
- (twelve)
- Part 2: Secret Things
- (thirteen)
- (fourteen)
- (fifteen)
- (sixteen)
- (seventeen)
- (eighteen)
- (nineteen)
- (twenty)
- (twenty-one)
- (twenty-two)
- (twenty-three)
- (twenty-four)
- (twenty-five)
- (twenty-six)
- (twenty-seven)
- (twenty-eight)
- (twenty-nine)
- (thirty)
- (thirty-one)
- (thirty-two)
- (thirty-three)
- (thirty-four)
- (thirty-five)
- (thirty-six)
- (thirty-seven)
- (thirty-eight)
- (thirty-nine)
- Part 3: Time and the Maiden
- (forty)
- (forty-one)
- (forty-two)
- (forty-three)
- (forty-four)
- (forty-five)
- (forty-six)
- (forty-seven)
- (forty-eight)
- (forty-nine)
- (fifty)
- (fifty-one)
- (fifty-two)
- (fifty-three)
- Part 4: The Bent Grove
- (fifty-four)
- (fifty-five)
- (fifty-six)
- (fifty-seven)
- (fifty-eight)
- (fifty-nine)
- (sixty)
- (sixty-one)
- (sixty-two)
- (sixty-three)
- (sixty-four)
- (sixty-five)
- (sixty-six)
- (sixty-seven)
- (sixty-eight)
- (sixty-nine)
- (seventy)
- Dedication
- (acknowledgments)
- (author’s note)
- BY PAULA MCLAIN
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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My face has grown hot. “Why are you giving me such a hard time? If you don’t trust my judgment, what am I doing here?”
“Hang on. Can we deescalate for a minute? I’m just doing my job, Anna. Trying, anyway. You’re a great resource, and I’m really grateful you’re here. But the questions I’m asking you, I have a right to ask you. Okay?”
I look at my hands. “I should have called you from Sacramento. I can own that. But I’d bet my legs Hector Gilbert didn’t take Cameron Curtis.”
“I’m sure you’re right. Let’s just follow protocol and run a background check—see what we’re dealing with. And we should bring him in for a polygraph, just standard procedure. Same with the uncle, and same with Steve Gonzales. We have to cover our bases.”
“Cover your ass, you mean,” I say without thinking.
“Anna.” His warning chimes.
“Sorry.” I roll my shoulders up and back, trying to release the knots there. “It’s been a challenging day.”
“Yeah, here too….Now I need you to watch something with me. You’ve missed a lot.”
(forty-four)
In one corner of the conference room, a TV and VCR sit stacked on a wheeled metal AV cart. Will crosses over and clicks on the set, pushing the play button. It’s tonight’s taped episode of America’s Most Wanted. A pretty blond journalist I don’t recognize is interviewing Kate McLean and Gillian Pelham. Maybe she’s not even a journalist. The show isn’t exactly hard news.
As the interview begins, the camera zooms in on the two girls sitting side by side on a narrow studio couch. They look brave and poised and very, very young to me. Which they are.
“We thought it was a prank at first,” Kate McLean says. She has shoulder-length brown hair with a straight center part, a button nose, and wide-set brown eyes. “Polly could do stuff like that sometimes. She was a good actress.”
I can’t help but notice she’s using the past tense, and feel it like a needle prick. “We’d already been goofing around a lot,” Gillian Pelham adds, tucking a dark blond strand of hair behind her ear. “Talking about Halloween and trying to scare each other. We put white makeup on Polly and she did her eyes like a ghost and painted her lips black.”
“Then what happened?” the interviewer urges.
“She went out to get sleeping bags for us,” Gillian continues. “When she came back there was a guy with a knife and a duffel bag standing behind her in the door. He was older. He didn’t look scary or anything, not at first. That’s why I thought Polly might be kidding.”