All the Missing Girls - Megan Miranda Page 0,121

the old, dark photograph, covered in a blanket. But still she wanted more. To find her in Jackson and Daniel, Bailey and Tyler. To pull her from my father’s guilt. One more thread when I showed up. To take her from me.

I pictured Annaleise staring deeply at the image of Corinne’s limp body with fear, with longing. Am I you? she asks. Is this what we become? How we fade away and disappear?

The woods have eyes and monsters and stories.

We are them as much as they are us.

* * *

ANOTHER CAR PULLED IN before sunset but not much earlier. The fireflies were flashing in the yard. Detective Charles walked up the porch steps, warrant in hand, detailing what they were searching for.

Everett was right—they were looking for a gun. A gun and a body. I stepped aside, grateful that I had burned my father’s ledgers and all the receipts. The history of his debt to me, his money for Annaleise’s silence. I’m late, he’d said to me at Grand Pines. Late on hush money. My daughter’s not safe.

Mark Stewart sat at the dining room table with me and Tyler, like a babysitter, but he wouldn’t look directly at either one of us.

I moved out to the front porch an hour later, when a new team showed up with machines. They tore up the new garage floor, as if the fresh concrete was evidence enough. Dug through the garden. Brought out a dog to sniff around the rest of the property from the road to the dried-up streambed. But eventually they left, too.

And in the late evening, when I was sitting in the kitchen with Tyler as the officers finished dismantling the house, Hannah Pardot walked into the room. Her hair was longer, the curls dyed darker, and she’d traded her red lipstick for a muted maroon. Her body was softer, but her face harder. And she still didn’t smile. “Nic Farrell,” she said. “So it all comes back to this.” As if no time had passed at all. We were merely picking up a conversation left midsentence just a moment ago.

“There’s nothing here,” I said.

She sat down in the chair across from me and said, “Annaleise Carter, I remember her. She was an alibi for your brother, you remember that? For all of you, really.”

“I remember.”

She pulled out a piece of paper sealed inside a Ziploc bag. Evidence removed from the scene. “She was killed with this note on her, Nic. Explain that.” I dare you.

It was written on a small rectangle of paper in neat handwriting—probably from the pad at the motel. But the ink had bled out from the rain, softening the paper, tearing it in places.

“I came home, Tyler dumped her, she blamed us both. She wasn’t a nice person, Detective.”

Hannah tilted her head to the side as Detective Charles came to stand behind her. “You lied to me about your relationship with Tyler,” he said. “Either you’re lying then or you’re lying now. Either way, hard to believe you.”

“You lied first, Detective. Standing in my front yard, putting on this schoolboy act. Telling me you didn’t want to get Tyler in any trouble. Please.”

Hannah frowned at him, then turned her attention back to me. “Explain it to me, then. Who, besides the two of you that she implicated in that note, would have a reason to kill her?”

“Oh, you don’t know Annaleise very well, do you?” I asked. “Annaleise had a lot of enemies.” I turned to Hannah again. “Ask the people she went to school with. She liked to expose them, tell their secrets. Like she was daring them to do something in retaliation. I’m sure she got tangled up in some mess she had no business being a part of. Thought she was so much better than everyone else. Break her open, just like you did to Corinne. You’ll see.”

“Is that so,” Hannah Pardot said.

“Yes,” Tyler said.

Do you hear what I’m saying? She incited too much anger, too much feeling. She’s not at fault, but she’s hardly innocent.

Brought it on herself, you know.

“Okay, let’s get down to the details then, shall we? You know how this goes.” Hannah placed the recorder between us on the table. “Where were you, the both of you, the night she disappeared?”

“Right here, cleaning the house,” I said.

“Anyone who can vouch for you?”

“Tyler. I called him, he was at the bar, and he came. Broke up with Annaleise standing right across the room from me, to do the right

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