CHAPTER TWO
Alexa arrived back at her house in the desert outside Phoenix late that night, and despite the exhaustion and creeping effects of jet lag, found she couldn’t sleep.
And so she did what she always did when she couldn’t sleep—she worked.
But she was between cases, and she knew she wouldn’t make any progress on any cold cases before she drifted off.
That made her turn to a different sort of cold case, the murder of her partner’s girlfriend when they were in high school.
The girl had been named Stacy, a name that made her shudder every time she heard it. Alexa’s thirteen-year-old neighbor who helped out with the horses had the same name. That fact, and the anguished look on her partner’s face as he told of finding her dead body, spurred her on.
The problem was, Stuart hadn’t
