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Author: Harlan Coben

“Grace, I talked to Todd Woodcroft. He didn’t go to the concert.”

Something inside her chest lurched to the side. Her body went cold.

“Todd didn’t visit you because you’d broken up with him two days before the show. He thought it’d be weird. And you know what, Grace? Shane Alworth broke up with my sister on that same day. Geri never went to the concert. So who do you think Shane took instead?”

Grace shivered and felt the tremor spread. “I don’t understand.”

He pulled out the photograph. “This is the original Polaroid I had blown up and put into your envelope. My sister wrote the date on the back. The picture was taken the day before the concert.”

She shook her head.

“That mystery woman on the far right, the one we can barely see? You thought it was Sandra Koval. Well, maybe, Grace—just maybe—that’s you.”

“No . . .”

“And maybe, while we’re looking for more people to blame, maybe we should wonder about the pretty girl who distracted Gordon MacKenzie so the others could get to Jimmy X. We know it wasn’t my sister or Sheila Lambert or Sandra Koval.”

Grace kept shaking her head, but then she flashed back to that day at the beach, the first time she laid eyes on Jack, that feeling, that instant grab of the gut. Where had that come from? It was the kind of thing you feel . . .

. . . when you’ve met someone before.

The strangest sort of déjà-vu. The kind where you’ve already connected with someone, gotten that first head rush of infatuation. You hold hands, and when the turmoil begins, there’s that stomach-dropping feel of his hand slipping from yours. . . .

“No,” Grace said, more firmly now. “You got it wrong. It can’t be. I’d have remembered that.”

Scott Duncan nodded. “You’re probably right.”

He stood and popped the cassette out of the machine. He handed it to her. “This is all just crazy conjecture. I mean, for all we know, maybe that mystery woman was the reason Shane didn’t go backstage. Maybe she talked him out of it. Or maybe he realized that there was something more important right there, in that front pit, than anything he could find in a song. Maybe, even three years later, he made sure he found it again.”

Scott Duncan left then. Grace stood and headed into her studio. She had not painted since Jack’s death. She put the cassette into her portable player and pressed the play button.

She picked up a brush and tried to paint. She wanted to paint him. She wanted to paint Jack—not John, not Shane. Jack. She thought it would come out muddled and confused, but that wasn’t what happened at all. The brush soared and danced across the canvas. She started thinking again about how we can never know everything about our loved ones. And maybe, if you think about it hard, we don’t even know everything about ourselves.

The cassette ended. She rewound it and started it again. She worked in a delirious and delightful frenzy. Tears ran down her cheeks. She did not brush them away. At some point she glanced at a clock. Soon it would be time to stop. School would be letting out. She had to get the kids. Emma had piano today. Max had traveling-team soccer practice.

Grace grabbed her purse and locked the door behind her.

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