Chapters (63)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- A letter from Charly
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by Charly Cox
Cord chuckled and then almost instantly paled, and Alyssa knew he’d momentarily flashed forward to his own future, if he and Sara were to have girls. She tugged at his sleeve. ‘Let’s go check out Addis’s room.’
It was a typical teenager’s room with a hastily made bed and jeans and blouses draped over the footboard, as well as the chair in the corner which also happened to be harboring five mismatched shoes beneath it. Photographs tucked into the mirror’s frame drew Alyssa’s attention. Moving closer, she studied each image. Most were of Addis and Emerson, but what she found most telling was the series of professional eight-by-ten glossies consisting of Grace, Gabriel, and Addis arranged in a floral pattern on the wall. Missing from all of them – and in fact from any picture in the room – was Lydia Kensington. She pulled out her phone and opened her camera, hitting record as she slowly captured a video of all the pictures, unable to stop wondering if she was wrong, if it was Lydia who’d been the intended target.
Regardless, there was one thing Alyssa kept coming back to. Based on the macabre scene in the kitchen, it was clear Addis and Emerson were likely in the hands of an unpredictable killer, meaning it was imperative they find the girls before the man snapped again.
If he hadn’t already.
Chapter Four
Thursday, October 3
Adam Campbell paced from one end of the bedroom to the other, alternating between pulling at his hair, wringing his shaky hands, and wiping the sweat rolling down his neck and soaking the back of his shirt, all while trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his swelling wrist where he’d caught it on the table in Gabriel Kensington’s office. From the second Alex had dropped him off with the order to shower and go to bed, he’d fought back against the rising, suffocating panic.
He was a football player with a promising career in front of him, not a criminal. Now, he wasn’t just a criminal, he was an accomplice to a double homicide.
Alex had insisted over and over that there was nothing to tie either one of them to the crime, but what Adam hadn’t been able to confess was that he was missing his favorite red beanie, the one with the initials A.C. sewn into the front right next to the university’s howling Lobos logo. For the life of him, he couldn’t recall if he’d been wearing it at the Kensingtons’, or if he’d left it in Alex’s truck, or if he’d just managed to misplace it somewhere completely unrelated.