Chapter Twenty
Misty jabbed her finger at the screen as she swiveled her head, her eyes more white than pupil as they met mine.
“You know her. Who…who is she?”
I wasn’t sure what she saw when she looked at me, but a sinking sensation riveted through my body as I responded, “It’s Leah. My best friend.”
“The one who is missing,” she murmured, staring at the picture again. “I’ve seen her.”
I still didn’t believe in coincidences and I didn’t like where this was headed.
“Where?” My voice sounded calmer than I felt. Overwhelmed and nauseated didn’t even begin to cover it.
“At the club. I recognize that hair. Jilli said she looked just like Meg Ryan in some 1990s movie where her character stalks her ex-boyfriend or something or other. I’d never heard of it, but Jilli said there’s a song ab
