Back All the Beautiful Lies: A Novel
Chapters (43)
  1. Dedication
  2. Epigraph
  3. Part 1Grey Lady
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Part 2Black Water
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. About the Author
  41. Also by Peter Swanson
  42. Copyright
  43. About the Publisher

“No, it was too dark and he definitely didn’t want to be seen. A car went by and he’d crouch so the headlights wouldn’t reach him through the trees.”

Caitlin looked up at the cheap blinds in the window. They were pulled closed, but not tightly closed. There were some gaps between the plastic strips. Whoever had been watching might have been able to see her, and at the very least could see movement in the room.

“Who do you think—”

“It was whoever killed your sister, and probably my father. I don’t know who it is, but you need to leave. I don’t think you’re safe.”

“How did you get hurt?”

“Oh,” he said, removing the towel from the side of his head, and looking at the dark stain. “I chased him. He must have seen me behind the truck because he was suddenly leaving, heading around to the back of the motel, and I shouted ‘Hey’ and was running between parked cars, and came down funny on my ankle, and then I was on the pavement. And my head . . .”

“What did you hit?”

“A car, I guess. I don’t remember. Then I came to you.”

“You were very brave.”

Harry laughed, then grimaced. “I tripped and fell.”

“What were you going to do if you caught him?”

“I don’t know. See who he was.”

“Did you get a better look at him when he took off?”

“Not really, but he looked funny when he was running. He was flapping, like he was trying to take off or something.”

“Flapping?”

The window suddenly filled with intermittent red light. “The ambulance is here,” Caitlin said, and opened up the door. She stood as the two EMTs entered the room, one dropping to his knees to take a look at Harry.

“I think he has a concussion,” she said. “He fell and hit himself on the head.”

The crouching EMT was already asking questions. She heard him ask Harry if he knew what year it was, but couldn’t hear Harry’s answer.

“What did he hit?” The slightly doughy EMT who was talking with Caitlin smelled like Bazooka chewing gum.

“I don’t know. He thinks it was a car. He came here to see me, and he said there was someone lurking in the woods, or over by the trees, and he started to chase him and that’s when he fell.”

“Uh-huh. Did you see this person?”

“I didn’t. He did.”