All the Missing Girls

All the Missing Girls by Megan Miranda

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here,” he said, his jaw clenched, when I realized what exactly the police were after. Why Laura thought they might come to me next. Daniel. His name was getting dragged out of the box.
    â€œYou know what I thought when they showed up? I thought something had happened to Dan,” Laura said, her hands back on her stomach. She took a deep breath. “They shouldn’t be allowed to do that.” Her hands tightened into fists. “This is our life. ”
    Daniel rubbed her back. “All right. It’s done,” he said.
    â€œIt’s not done, ” Laura said, her eyes glistening as she looked up at Daniel. “They’re just getting started.”
    Neither of us had any words of comfort after that. We’d lived through it once before, after all.
    Even though Annaleise had been our alibi, had corroborated my story that Daniel and I were fighting and he hit me, that didn’t clear him. In fact, that made it worse. By the time the story rolled through town, people wondered what else he did to me behind closed doors. Were those bruises on my back? What happened in that house without a mother, with a half-vacant father?
    Were he and Corinne ever involved? they had asked. They’d asked him. They’d asked all of us.
    Never, said Daniel.
    Never, said Bailey.
    Never, said I.
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    DINNER WAS BARBECUE CHICKEN and vegetables that Laura had grown herself. She’d also made the sweet tea, which Everett had obviously never tasted before. His eyes gave him away when he took a gulp, but he recovered well enough, and I squeezed his leg under the table.
    â€œSugar and liquor,” I said. “We take them very seriously.”
    He smiled, and I thought maybe we would get through this all right. But it took only until the second gap of silence—knives sliding against the dishes, bread crunching in my mouth—for Laura to start up again.
    â€œThey should be looking at the workers from ten years ago, see if there’s any working the fair. I told them that. Two makes a pattern, right?” The ends of her long blond hair were centimeters from brushing her dinner, and I motioned my fork toward her plate. “Oh,” she said. “Thanks.” She brushed it back behind her shoulders.
    â€œDinner’s delicious,” I said.
    â€œPass the butter?” Daniel asked.
    â€œThey’re looking in all the wrong places,” Laura went on. I tried to catch Daniel’s eye, but he was focused on the chicken he was cutting from the bone, his expression unreadable. She pushed her chair a little farther out, twisting to the side. “Honestly, they should be talking to Tyler more.” My hand froze, my knife over the chicken. She leaned closer, conspiratorially. “No offense, Nic. But he was seeing her, and I heard he was the last phone call on record—”
    Daniel put his cup down on the table a little too hard.
    â€œWho’s Tyler?” Everett asked.
    Laura laughed at him before she realized he was serious.
    Daniel cleared his throat and answered for her. “A friend we grew up with. He was seeing Annaleise. He and his dad own a construction company, and they’ve been helping us with a few repairs.”
    â€œYou know, Nic’s Tyler,” Laura said, like that should clear it all up.
    â€œOh my God,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Ex-boyfriend, Everett. Tyler was my high school boyfriend.”
    Everett smiled tightly at Laura. “Nic’s Tyler, huh?” Then to me, “And he’s helping with the house?”
    â€œOh,” Laura cut in. “But that was years ago. He’s good people. You’d like him.”
    Daniel choked, coughed into the crook of his elbow, and Laura reached an arm for him. “Are you okay?”
    My fork trembled over my plate, and I pressed my hands to my legs to still them. “You think he’s involved in Annaleise’s disappearance?” I asked. “Is that what you

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