Where Is Frankie Dowd’s Story, Emma Scott?

 

You ever finish a book and get stuck on a side character? Like, the main couple got their happily ever after, but your brain is screaming “Wait—what about him though?”

That’s exactly how I felt after reading The Last Piece of His Heart by Emma Scott. The book? Beautiful. Heart-wrenching. Emotional. Emma did what Emma always does—breaks you apart and stitches you back together. But even after all that, one name stayed with me: Frankie Dowd.

Now let’s be real—Frankie wasn’t funny. He wasn’t the lovable sidekick or the brooding best friend. He was the bully in book one, loud and cruel, the kind of kid you pray grows up and gets what’s coming to him. And guess what? In book three, he does. Frankie’s hit rock bottom. Homeless. Alone. Unrecognizable. No support system. No redemption… yet.

But in a powerful full-circle moment, Ronan—the lost boy who once stood on the edge—gives Frankie a second chance. He offers him a job. A couch. A little light in the darkness. And just like that, you realize: Frankie wasn’t just a villain. He was a tragedy waiting to unfold.

And the kicker? Emma Scott ends book three with Frankie’s story beginning in the epilogue.

The setup was perfect. It read like a prelude. Like we were about to follow this broken man as he tried to put himself back together. A redemption arc. A soul-crushing, heart-mending standalone that had to be coming next, right?

…right?

But then… radio silence.
No fourth book. No novella. No whispers of “Frankie Dowd: coming soon.”
Just an unfinished thread hanging off the end of a beautifully woven trilogy.

And that hurts. Because Frankie’s cruelty didn’t come out of nowhere. It was taught. His father, Mitch Dowd, was a disgraced cop—abusive, toxic, the kind of man who poisons everything around him. That kind of upbringing leaves scars. Frankie became a product of that pain. You can’t ignore that when you’re reading his fall in book three. The anger, the shame—it all traces back to Mitch.

Frankie deserved to be more than a footnote.

And I know I’m not the only one who noticed. That epilogue didn’t feel accidental. It felt like a promise.

📚 In fact, back on Goodreads, someone did ask. A reader wanted to know if there would be a book about Frankie Dowd. Emma replied:

“I have no plans for a book about Frankie but I am working on free bonus material that will be accessible through my newsletter. He might show up there :)”
— Emma Scott, 4 years ago

Four. Years. Ago.
Still nothing.

As for me, I’ve been stuck in bed—exhausted, cramping, dealing with one of the worst periods ever. No energy to touch Illustrator or do school projects. Just me, my iPad, and a chaotic library of EPUBs I’ve been cleaning out (who downloaded half these random books?!). But today? I read The Last Piece of His Heart. And even in the middle of pain and low energy, Frankie’s unfinished story pulled me in.

So I’m saying it loud for the people in the back:
Emma Scott, please give us Frankie Dowd’s book.
You opened the door. Let us walk through it.
We’re still waiting.