PART 2 — THE HUSBAND WHO NEVER LEFT TOWN

The police tried calling Daniel repeatedly.

He never answered.

Detective Kellan contacted his company while officers searched the house.

When he ended the call, his face was grim.

“Daniel was never sent on a business trip.”

I stared at him.

“That’s impossible.”

“No flight was booked. The hotel reservation was false. His company hasn’t seen him for four days.”

Four days earlier, Daniel had kissed my forehead, picked up his suitcase, and told me he would call from Chicago.

Now I had no idea where he was.

Or why he had lied.

That evening, police searched every room while I sat downstairs wrapped in a blanket. I listened to drawers opening, footsteps crossing the ceiling, and officers speaking quietly behind closed doors.

Eventually, Kellan returned carrying a small metal box from Daniel’s office.

Inside were old newspaper articles.

Dozens of them.

Every clipping concerned the three women who had disappeared twenty-two years earlier.

Photographs of the victims.

Reports about the yellow roses.

Investigators’ theories.

There were handwritten notes along the margins.

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