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Emma och jag var oskiljaktiga och gjorde allt tillsammans när vi växte upp. Men en natt förändrades allt och jag tvingades lämna allt bakom mig: min mamma, min syster - hela mitt liv. Och nu måste jag återvända. Mamma och Lily behöver min hjälp och jag kan inte fly från det förflutna för alltid. Men samma dag som jag kommer hem hittas Emma död – och allt jag trodde mig veta rasar samman.

Emma and I were inseparable. Growing up, we did everything together. Until the unspeakable night that everything changed. So I ran away—from my mom, my sister, everything I knew, and Emma and I haven’t spoken since. My sister, Lily, was at the beach that night too. She hasn’t been able to utter a single word since. That was 10 years ago. Now, Mom and Lily need my help, and I realize I can’t run from the past forever. I’m ready to talk to Emma, ready to try to move on.

Maggie’s heart pounds as she clutches the autopsy report. What she’s reading is impossible. Yesterday, a woman died in a fire. But her remains belong to someone who died twenty years ago. When the body of Ruby Anderson is found in a burnt-out trailer, Chief Maggie Riley is called to solve the biggest case Coyote Cove has ever seen. Ruby supposedly drowned on a kayaking trip twenty years ago—how could she have been alive today? For years there have been whispers about how Ruby died.

There’s a blood moon rising over the tiny Maine town of Coyote Cove when Chief Maggie Riley comes across the body of a man, blood seeping from stab wounds into the damp forest floor. As she desperately struggles to secure the scene as an approaching storm threatens to destroy all evidence, Heather, a local teenage girl, emerges from the woods terrified, a silent scream on her lips.

Ten years ago: On a warm summer’s evening, four childhood friends gather at a slumber party.... Before dawn breaks, the nightmare begins. One of them dies. One of them is a killer.

“Okay sweetheart,” I whisper, giving my little girl Alice a final kiss. “Now remember, after I’ve locked the door, be quiet like a mouse. I’ll come back later, I promise.” Her little face crumples as I turn to leave and my heart breaks. But I have no choice. I have to work, and I have to keep her hidden. It’s just ten days until the new hotel opens. As I push my cleaning cart into the chandeliered honeymoon suite, I wonder how it would feel to stay here as a guest. To watch the sun rise over the ocean, to fall asleep with no fear. I’ll never know, of course.

The sun is rising on another brutally cold winter’s day in Coyote Cove when Chief Maggie Riley finds an unmarked envelope on the steps of the police station. Inside is a photo of a teenage girl, bound and bruised. Maggie’s heart constricts at the terror evident in her tear-filled eyes. Who is she? What has happened to her? And most importantly, can Maggie find her, before it’s too late?

The little dog trembles and whimpers, but refuses to move. Maggie reaches further into the undergrowth, trying to tempt it out. But as she moves closer, she sees something that stops her heart—a tiny, shivering baby, wrapped in a thin, pink blanket, saved only by its loyal protector.

Mi mejor amiga y yo guardamos un terrible secreto. Y haré todo lo posible para protegerlo. Emma y yo éramos inseparables, crecimos haciendo todo juntas. Hasta la noche en la que todo cambió, y me marché, alejándome de mi madre, de mi hermana, de todo lo que conocía. Desde entonces, Emma y yo no hemos vuelto a hablar. Mi hermana, Lily, también estaba en la playa aquella noche. Desde ese momento, no ha vuelto a decir ni una sola palabra. Ya han pasado diez años. Pero tengo que volver, mamá y Lily necesitan mi ayuda. Además, no puedo huir del pasado para siempre. Estoy lista para hablar con Emma.

When Chief Maggie Riley sees the body of the small boy still dressed in pyjamas in Beaverhead Lake, her heart breaks. Little Patrick Warner went missing last night. Despite immediately calling the entire town of Coyote Cove into action, Maggie’s desperate search failed. Even worse, it’s clear it was murder: Patrick took his last breath long before he entered the water.