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Carina asked, “When was the last time you saw Angie Vance?”
    Abby’s eyes grew wide. “Oh God, something happened,” she said all in one breath.
    “Why do you say that?”
    “Because she hasn’t returned any of my e-mails, and her IM is offline, and she didn’t journal all weekend. I TM’d her on Saturday night and it bounced back ’cause her cell wasn’t on.”
    Abby sounded just like Carina’s sister Lucy.
    “TM’d?” Will asked.
    “Text messaged,” Carina translated.
    “Right, so what happened? Did she get in an accident or something? Is she in the hospital? She’s okay, right?”
    “I’m sorry, but she’s dead,” Carina said gently.
    Abby’s tanned face noticeably paled. “Dead?” Her chin quivered. “Wh-what happened?”
    Carina gave her the bare minimum story. “When was the last time you saw her?”
    “Friday night.”
    “Where?”
    “The Sand Shack. On Camino del Oro, off the beach.” Abby’s eyes teared and Carina glanced at Will.
    He asked in his soothing voice, “What time did you see her?”
    “She left at twelve-thirty, I think. She works there, you know, but got off at ten. Then we just hung out. Jodi and I walked her to her car, but we went back because there was this cute guy . . . did her mom say she didn’t get home? Did she get carjacked?” Like many survivors, she was looking for answers. Unfortunately, they didn’t have any.
    “We’re trying to establish when and where Angie was seen. Was anyone paying unusual attention to her? Giving her a hard time? Maybe she had a boyfriend she’d broken up with recently.”
    Abby blushed and looked down. “Angie had a lot of boyfriends. I mean, they all loved her. But she was particular.”
    “How so?”
    Abby shrugged.
    “Abby, if you have anything to tell us, now would be the time.”
    “There’s nothing. Just . . . she broke up with a lot of guys because they weren’t
the one.
”
    “The one?”
    “Like, someone you want to spend the rest of your life with.” She diverted her eyes and sniffed. “Angie was such a romantic.”
    Carina sensed that Abby wasn’t telling them something, but before she could push Will said, “What about Steve Thomas?”
    “What about Steve?”
    “Was he one of Angie’s ex-boyfriends?”
    She nodded. “They dated back in November, I think. Maybe December, too.”
    “But he wasn’t
the one,
” Will said, using Abby’s own phrase.
    “No, they weren’t even exclusive.”
    “Abby.” Carina remained silent until the girl looked at her. “Is there something else you think might be important? Something about Angie that might help us find out what happened to her?”
    “No, nothing,” she said too fast.
    Before they could push her, a male voice called from across the courtyard. “Abby!”
    Carina and Will turned simultaneously and watched a lean, athletically built man with broad shoulders run toward Abby. He was older than the average college student and barely gave them a glance before saying, “Abby, have you seen Angie at all this weekend?”
    “Angie’s dead!” Abby grabbed his arm and held on tightly, her voice quivering. “Steve, these are the police. They’re talking to Angie’s friends.”
    Steve?
Steve Thomas?
Carina watched the man’s face closely. He matched the description Dean Robertson had given her over the phone. Dark blond hair, blue eyes, late thirties.
    His face tightened and he shook his head. “No, dammit!” He looked up to the sky and breathed deeply. “I knew she was playing with fire. I just—oh, Angie.” He closed his eyes. He pulled Abby into a hug and she clung on to him.
    Carina cleared her throat and Steve let Abby go, but held her to his side. He glared at Will and Carina. “I went to the police on Saturday. I knew no one believed me. Is it true? Is Angie really dead?”
    His tone was full of anger and accusation. Carina wondered where it was coming from. One minute he sounded like he was concerned talking to Abby, the next