BooksBarbecue
Back Alone in the Woods Save as PDF
Chapters (63)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Chapter Forty-Five
  48. Chapter Forty-Six
  49. Chapter Forty-Seven
  50. Chapter Forty-Eight
  51. Chapter Forty-Nine
  52. Chapter Fifty
  53. Chapter Fifty-One
  54. Chapter Fifty-Two
  55. Chapter Fifty-Three
  56. Chapter Fifty-Four
  57. Chapter Fifty-Five
  58. Chapter Fifty-Six
  59. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  60. A letter from Charly
  61. Acknowledgements
  62. About the Author
  63. Also by Charly Cox

Thursday night, she’d grabbed Adam and gone to Gabriel’s house and introduced herself, claiming Elizabeth had confided in her that she’d hired a private investigator to look into Hayden’s disappearance. She pretended she had information that would help him, but then not only had he recognized her, despite her disguise, he’d spotted the gloves on her hand. Unwisely, he had the unmitigated gall to threaten to call the police if she didn’t leave. From the fear in his eyes, she’d known he’d found something incriminating. She needed to know where that evidence was, and she wasn’t leaving without it, so using the gun and Adam’s intimidating bulk, she’d shoved her way inside.

And then that haughty wife of his had to come into the kitchen, that ugly mouth of hers twisted into that ‘I’m better than you’ll ever hope to be’ sneer, and so she’d shot her, more to wipe that judgmental look off her face than anything else. Gabriel had wasted no time turning to run, and she’d just reacted, shooting him in the back. With Adam screeching behind her and Gabriel still standing, a frenzied rage had overtaken her, so she’d grabbed a rolling pin and bashed him in the skull with it. If a bullet wouldn’t take him down, then she’d do it another way.

But even shot and half his brain exposed from the gaping hole in his head, he’d still refused to die. If she was being completely honest, she hadn’t even been aware of standing to grab the butcher knife until she was towering above him again. But then she’d dropped to her knees, straddling him as she thrust the knife into his chest over and over again.

Only when she was physically spent did she stop. From the horrified expression on Adam’s face, she knew she must resemble Carrie in the epic pig-blood scene from Stephen King’s novel. Grinning and feeling lighter than she had in years, she rose and grabbed a towel, wiping her face with it before shoving it into her back pocket so as not to accidentally leave any DNA around. Reaching up, she’d adjusted her wig and then moved over to the sink to wash the blood from her gloved hands. Mesmerized, she watched the red and pink swirl together before disappearing down the drain. When she finished, she grabbed a handful of paper towels and thoroughly dried the sink, before also shoving those into her pocket.