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A memory is breaking through.
CHAPTER 57
Skye
Journalists are sleuths. All of us. Nancy Drews at heart in search of finding clues and solving the mystery. Uncovering the truth. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. I’m no different.
Nicole Farrell. Seeing her onCriminal Justiceis a trigger. A palpable force is trying to knock down the door to my brain, kicking at it like a ruthless FBI agent.Open up!
“What are you doing?” asks Finn as I grab my cell phone off the night table. “You need to call someone at this ungodly hour?”
My heart is galloping, my adrenaline flowing. Every nerve in my body buzzes as I google her.
“I need to track down Nicole Farrell.”
“At two o’clock in the morning?”
“Yes. I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t.”
“Huh?”
“Finn, she has something to do with that night.”
“What!? Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m one hundred percent positive. Make that two hundred.”
“Jesus,” he mutters as I hastily thumb the letters of her name. Then, he tells me he’s sure she was at my memorial service. This only reconfirms my hunch.
If it were business hours, I’d simply call SAG—the Screen Actors Guild—and find out her agent or manager. But because their offices won’t be open until the morning, I type in the following:Nicole Farrell Contact Information. With batedbreath, I await the search results. They show up quickly. I click the top one. Bingo!
“Any luck?” asks Finn.
“Yes. I’ll call her agent first thing in the morning.” In my mind, I begin to formulate a plan that will land me a meeting with her. Celebrity access isn’t easy, something I learned in my reporter days.
Finn strokes my hair. “Skye, baby, look at me.” Still clutching my phone, I turn to face him. “I’m worried about you.”
“Finn, I have no choice. I need to find out who did this to me. The person who almost cost me my life and took me away from you and Maddie.”
The sound of the television drifts into my ears and I turn my head to the screen.Criminal Justiceis still on. Meghan bravely confronts her assailant, now arraigned.
“Justice will be served, you monster.”
Her words resonate in my head. I’m going to findmymonster and when I do, I’m going to take him to his grave.
CHAPTER 58
Skye
“Mommy, are we going to the Country Mart today after you vote?” Maddie tugs at the tail of my nightshirt as I pour myself a much-needed cup of coffee. I barely slept, my mind preoccupied with getting in touch with Nicole Farrell. The caffeine and my adrenaline work wonders to get me going.
“I’m not sure, sweetie.” It pains me to say these words as I pivot toward the kitchen island, my mug in one hand, my phone in the other. Maddie’s frown pains me further.
Clad in her pajamas and holding Kangy, she follows me to the island. “But you promised.”
It’s Election Day, an official school holiday, so we have the day off though most businesses and retailers are open. The Malibu Country Mart, a small charming shopping center with upscale boutiques, restaurants, and a children’s play area, is one of Maddie’s favorite places, and she’s been looking forward to our mother-daughter outing. Guilt gnaws at my conscience, adding to my anxiety.
“I know, baby girl, but I may have an important meeting.”