Every Woman My Widowed Father Dated Vanished Without a Trace—So I Asked My Best Friend to Go on One Date With Him to Find Out Why

of.”

Below it was a photograph of Rachel leaving the restaurant with my father.

The picture had been taken from across the street.

My stomach tightened.

“When did you get this?” I asked.

“About 20 minutes after I got home.”

I scrolled farther.

More messages appeared.

The sender knew Rachel’s address.

They knew where she worked.

They even knew the name of her continue reading …