The diary arrived via courier two weeks after Dominick’s arrest. Detective Mitchell had arranged for Poppy to receive copies of […]

“Suspect down” didn’t mean dead. Poppy learned this in the back of an ambulance while a paramedic checked her for

Poppy’s mind raced. Dominick was in the house. Between them and the exit. And she was holding evidence that proved

The police station smelled like industrial cleaner and stale coffee. Poppy sat in a hard plastic chair in the lobby,

The Waverly Gallery occupied a converted warehouse in the arts district, all exposed brick and industrial chic. Poppy had been

Dominick was already waiting in the Grandview Hotel lobby when Poppy arrived. He looked terrible. Not in the polished, put-together

Sabrina Novak’s office was nothing like Poppy expected. Instead of the sterile corporate space she’d imagined, the law office occupied

The message haunted Poppy all the way back to the city. Something about the night Rosa died. What could that

Poppy sat on the porch steps of the lake house, staring at nothing. The sun had begun its descent toward

The lake house was exactly as Poppy remembered. And that was the problem. She’d thought this place was special. Their