NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Two women haunted by their sisters’ unsolved disappearances band together in this captivating mystery from the author of All Good People Here and host of the #1 true crime podcast Crime Junkie . “A propulsive mystery with excellent writing . . . Simply a great read!”—Gillian Flynn, author of Gone Girl Nicole “Nic” Monroe is in a rut. At twenty-four, she lives alone in a dinky apartment in her hometown of Mishawaka, Indiana, she’s just gotten a DWI, and she works the same dead-end job she’s been working since high school, a job she only has because her boss is a family friend and feels sorry for her. Everyone has felt sorry for her for the last seven years—since the day her older sister, Kasey, vanished without a trace. On the night Kasey went missing, her car was found over a hundred miles from home. The driver’s door was open and her purse was untouched in the seat next to it. The only real clue in her disappearance was Jules Connor, another young woman from the same area who disappeared in the same way, two weeks earlier. But with so little for the police to go on, both cases eventually went cold. Nic wants nothing more than to move on from her sister’s disappearance and the state it’s left her in. But then one day, Jules’s sister, Jenna Connor, walks into Nic’s life and offers her something she hasn’t felt in a long time: hope. What follows is a gripping tale of two sisters who will do anything to find their missing halves, even if it means destroying everything they’ve ever known. “Sharp, slick, and chilling, with a whiplash ending you’ll never see coming, The Missing Half is an absolute must-read. My jaw is still on the floor.” —Jeneva Rose, New York Times bestselling author of Home Is Where the Bodies Are “A propulsive mystery with excellent writing and a genuine beating heart at its center. Simply a great read!” —Gillian Flynn, New York Times bestselling author of Gone Girl “Brings small-town life to the page with authenticity, compassion, and a keen sense for suspense.” — Oprah Daily “A gripping, tense story of sisterhood for women everywhere . . . I loved The Missing Half .” —Gillian McAllister, New York Times bestselling author of Wrong Place, Wrong Time “Impossible to put down, this stellar thriller will stick with readers long after the final page is turned.” — Booklist , starred review Ashley Flowers is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of All Good People Here and the #1 female podcaster in the United States, best known as the host of Crime Junkie . She founded audiochuck, an award-winning media company with over 2.5 billion downloads, and Season of Justice, a nonprofit dedicated to funding DNA testing for cold cases. Flowers lives in Indiana with her family. Alex Kiester is the co-author of the #1 New York Times bestseller All Good People Here . She is also the author of The Truth About Ben and June and the Audible original In Her Skin . She lives in Austin, Texas, with her husband. Chapter One 2019 I’m mopping up vomit by the claw machine when I notice her watching me. She’s sitting in a booth where the tables end and the arcade begins, near the old pinball machines no one uses anymore. In her early to mid-­thirties, with the slightly haggard look of a parent, she fits our customer mold here at Funland, the go-­to birthday destination for every preteen in Mishawaka, Indiana. But there’s none of the usual evidence of kids around her table, no gnawed-­on cheese sticks or packet of wet wipes or discarded action figures. Just a half-­drunk soda. When she notices me looking, she nods, then turns away. There’s something off about the gesture that makes me think she’s nervous, like a bad PI going for casual. I keep watching to see if she’s checking up on a kid in the throng of the arcade, but she just stares at the side of her drink, rubbing her thumb against the glass. Our dinner options are greasy pizza or rubbery burgers, the undersides of the tables are speckled with wads of gum, and the background noise is the shouting voices of children. If she doesn’t have kids, what the hell is she doing here? The woman flicks her gaze in my direction and then away again. The hair on the back of my neck rises. I do a last few rushed swipes at the puddle of yellow sick, rinse out the mop and bucket so I can stow them back in the cleaning supplies closet, then scan the place for my manager, Brad. I spot the back of his head as he makes his way over to the computer where we ring up customer bills and half walk, half jog to catch up with him. “Hey, Brad?” He turns, an affable smile spreading across his face. “Nic, hey. What’s up?” Brad Andrews gave me my job at Funland eight years ago, back when I was working summers in high school, out of sheer nepotism. He was the best man in my parents’ wedding, and growing up, our families vacationed together every summer. He and his wife, Sandy, are more of an uncle and aunt to me