“I think Dex is dead, buried somewhere up on that mountain. And I think Michael Finch killed him.” Lisa sank back in her leather seat as it all clicked into place. She felt a euphoria, the kind she hadn’t felt since she went skydiving for her twenty-first birthday. The high from having jumped out of a plane and floated among the clouds had lasted days. That same rush filled her now. Scott Crowder—who everyone thought was an upstanding family man, biotech entrepreneur, soccer coach, and all-around great guy—was a fraud. A criminal. A killer.
