CHAPTER 26
JOCELYN BORDEAUX HAD been popular in high school, a member of the photography club as well as a keen horse rider. She’d worked at a ranch on the weekends, helping to look after the animals, and in the evenings she’d been a leading lady in the Lark’s River community theatre group. After she graduated from the architecture program at Western Nevada College in Carson City, she’d spent three years working at 4D Associates, an architecture firm near Reno. Either her f*******: posts had tailed off in the months before she died, or she’d worked out how to use the privacy settings, because there wasn’t a single mention of the baby or any boyfriend either.
“I don’t understand,” Coco said for the hundredth time. “Why didn’t I say anything about being pregnant? It must have been such a h
