Chapter Thirty-Seven
It was Alice’s second trip to the Upper East Side,…
Chapter Thirty-Eight
“This might have been a bad idea.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“Good to see you again, Morhart.”
Chapter Forty
Even in better days, Alice felt an intense irritation navigating…
Chapter Forty-One
“Holy shit, you actually picked up your phone.”
Chapter Forty-Two
Alice rose from damp moss beneath a towering mulberry tree,…
Chapter Forty-Three
The next time she opened her eyes, she felt groggy.
Part III: Memories
Chapter Forty-Four
Joann Stevenson hit the play button once again on her…
Chapter Forty-Five
Alice maintained a brisk but unexceptional pace down Second Avenue…
Chapter Forty-Six
As Alice watched clumps of hair fall from the scissor…
Chapter Forty-Seven
Alice caught a glimpse of her own reflection in the…
Chapter Forty-Eight
Just as Beckman had predicted, they pulled off 684 at…
Chapter Forty-Nine
“Don’t you need a search warrant or something?”
Chapter Fifty
Joann Stevenson felt like the wind had been knocked out…
Chapter Fifty-One
The home in which Christie Kinley had supposedly passed away…
Chapter Fifty-Two
They were back at their motel outside White Plains, strategizing…
Chapter Fifty-Three
It was nearly four o’clock, and Jason was still pissed…
Part IV: Mia
Chapter Fifty-Four
Alice’s disposable phone rang at 5:58 p.m. She recognized her…
Chapter Fifty-Five
Alice tapped her nails against Hank Beckman’s steering wheel, trying…
Chapter Fifty-Six
For two hours, she and Arthur had waited in Arthur’s…
Chapter Fifty-Seven
“I’d have to say this has been a much more…
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Jason Morhart managed to cram his truck into the hybrid-sized…
Chapter Fifty-Nine
“This is certainly a lovely treat.” Arthur Cronin was inspecting…
Epilogue
Alice was panting by the time she reached her turnoff…