When they face the most baffling missing person's case of their careers, a fiercely ambitious lawyer and a homicide detective have no one to turn to for help except each other, from  New York Times  bestselling author Laura Griffin. Up-and-coming attorney Leigh Larson fights for victims of sexual extortion, harassment, and online abuse. She is not afraid to go after the sleaziest targets to get payback for her clients. Leigh is laser-focused on her career—to the exclusion of everything else—until a seemingly routine case and a determined cop turn her world upside down. Austin homicide detective Brandon Reynolds is no stranger to midnight callouts. But when he gets summoned to an abandoned car on a desolate road, he quickly realizes he's dealing with an unusual crime scene. A pool of blood in the nearby woods suggests a brutal homicide. But where is the victim? The vehicle is registered to twenty-six-year-old Vanessa Adams. Searching the car, all Brandon finds is a smear of blood and a business card for Leigh Larson, attorney-at-law. Vanessa had hired Leigh just before her disappearance, but Leigh has no leads on who could have wanted her dead. Faced with bewildering evidence and shocking twists, Leigh and Brandon must work against the clock to chase down a ruthless criminal who is out for vengeance. One of Amazon's Best Romances of 2021! "I love smart, sophisticated, fast-moving romantic thrillers and Laura Griffin writes them brilliantly.  Last Seen Alone is a terrific example of her signature style: intriguing characters, sharp dialogue and a tight, well-researched plot."-- New York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz “A pulse-pounding romantic thriller… off-the-charts chemistry… Griffin skillfully juggles suspense and romance right up until the adrenaline-fueled final page.”-- Publishers Weekly on Last Seen Alone “A thrilling suspense plot with a believable love story… Griffin takes care to develop a satisfying and complex mystery without sacrificing time for Joel and Miranda to build trust and chemistry as their partnership moves from professional to personal. Series fans will not be disappointed.”-- Publishers Weekly on Flight " Flight by Laura Griffin kept me captivated... There's enough heat, suspense, and romance to keep you warm."-- Fresh Fiction on Flight "Griffin never disappoints with her exciting, well-researched, fast-paced romantic thrillers."-- Publishers Weekly (starred review) "Gritty, imaginative, sexy! You must read Laura Griffin."-- New York Times bestselling author Cindy Gerard "Top-notch romantic suspense! Fast pace, tight plotting, terrific mystery, sharp dialogue, fabulous characters."-- New York Times bestselling author Allison Brennan "A gripping, white-knuckle read. You won't be able to put it down."-- New York Times bestselling author Brenda Novak "An emotional, exciting page-turner. Griffin deftly balances the mystery and the love story."-- The Washington Post Laura Griffin is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty-five books and novellas. She is a two-time RITA Award winner as well as the recipient of the Daphne du Maurier Award. Chapter One He was late, and she shouldn't have been surprised. Vanessa buzzed down the window a few inches and cut the engine. Crisp, piney air seeped into the car, along with the faint scent of someone's campfire. She checked her phone. Nothing. She settled back in her seat to wait. Her headlights illuminated a clump of trees-spindly fresh ones, along with the pointed gray spires that had burned years ago. She looked at the stars beyond the treetops. Once upon a time, she'd stretched out on a patch of grass not far from here with Cooper, gazing up at the sky and trying to pick out constellations. Orion. Leo. The Big Dipper. The memory seemed strange. Fanciful. Everything like that was gone now, replaced by a dull ache that never went away. Her emotions felt like tar, thick and heavy in her veins, and even swinging her legs out of bed required effort. Yet here she was. She was sick of the dread in her stomach. She was sick of being a silent bystander in her own life. Vanessa eyed the bottle of Jim Beam peeking out from beneath the passenger seat. She reached for it and checked her phone again before twisting off the cap. Late, late, late. She took a swig. The bourbon burned the back of her throat, but then she felt a warm rush of courage. She could do this. Headlights, high and bright, flashed into her rearview mirror. Her shoulders tensed as she listened to the throaty sound of the approaching truck. It pulled up behind her and the lights went dark. Vanessa stashed the bottle on the floor and wiped her damp palms on her jeans. Her stomach flip-flopped as he slid from the pickup and walked over. She couldn't believe she was doing this. He stopped by the car, and she pushed the door open. He watched her from beneath the brim of his ratty baseball ca