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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

And as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t just pick up the phone and admit that they might have left something behind, something possibly swimming with DNA from the hairs on his head. He might not understand how these things worked, but he’d watched enough television to know the police could get some kind of genetic footprint from the craziest things. He could already hear Alex berate him for being so stupid, so careless and foolish.

To make matters even worse, Adam had neglected to admit where the gun had come from. Alex had said to bring a gun and Adam had dutifully obeyed, no questions asked, like the idiot he was. And that had brought up a new fear. Had they remembered to snatch the gun from the kitchen counter when they left? If he closed his eyes, he thought he could picture Alex placing it in the glove box of the truck as they hightailed it out of there. But what if he was wrong? What if he was only ‘recalling’ what he wanted to believe, and they’d actually forgotten it? Now, with the possibility of his DNA being discovered at the crime scene, along with a weapon easily traced back to him, there was no doubt Alex would allow him to hang for everything that went down.

It wasn’t like it would be the first time. He swallowed the bile that rose up to meet the raging paranoia he was trying unsuccessfully to tamp down.

That’s when it had come to him. He’d go back to the Kensington house without Alex just to make sure nothing had been left behind. In and out with no one the wiser. That was his plan, anyway. At no point had he anticipated running into anyone – at least no one who was still breathing. So, when he’d heard voices coming from down the hall in the private investigator’s office, he’d assumed a television had been left on, and that he simply hadn’t noticed earlier. Understandably, since people were being murdered.

Frayed nerves already on edge, he’d decided to shut the television off. Averting his gaze away from the massacre in the kitchen, he’d made his way down the hall, baffled not only because there was no television in the room, but also at the sudden silence that invaded the space. And then he’d heard it, a faint noise – a voice – coming from beneath the desk. Ignoring the pulse of rushing blood swooshing through his ears, he’d tiptoed into the room, cocked his head, and listened.