15 March

Prologue

It's 6:27PM on Thursday. As I'm sitting here writing this out to you, my dog, Gus, is settled at my feet, growling occasionally at the roving leaves. I have a cup of hot chocolate in one hand and a pen in the other. For some strange reason, inspiration grabbed hold of me this evening and shook me until I felt compelled to write down some things that have been happening recently. As you'll find out, I'm not much of a writer.

My name is Allie Moore. I'm 27, and I live in Las Vegas with my brother – Dylan-and dog. My mother lives in Miami with her husband – Carl – and my father lives in Henderson. They split up about ten years ago due to "irreconcilable differences". Don't ask me how I ended up with Dylan. Anyway, I've been working in the Las Vegas Crime Lab for nearly three years now, and for the most part it's been great! I've met a lot of nice people, sat in a room for seven and a half minutes with a murderer and I held a snake once. Things I'd never have been able to do if me and my family hadn't moved out of our tiny house in Utah.

I guess this story starts two years ago. Greg Sanders was, basically, my best friend. At first, he bugged me. Then, when I got to know him, I found that he wasn't so bad…

So here goes… I hope you enjoy my story.