Michael told us, although we had already figured that out. “And I say former loosely—he only left the cult yesterday, snuck away without them knowing.” We all stood on the front porch of the main house, listening to the horrific series of events that Kirk told the investigators. “The murders happened the night after the ceremony, Cee.” He paused and looked at Naomi, who looked at the ground in shame. “After the ceremony, someone apparently found some type of journal written by one of the women in the cult. According to this guy, she was one of Illeana’s right-hand women—her top aide.” “Francesca Tracy!” I exclaimed. “It has to be!” I remembered the night of the ceremony and the look of distress on her face as she turned the corner. She knew! She knew what was coming but stayed silent. Why? “Which one was Francesca?” Coop asked. “Hang on a minute,” Michael interrupted as he watched one of his agents approach. “Kirk told the interviewer he got a hold of the journal after the meetings and hid it in the woods.
