Back Alone in the Woods
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

‘Seven years later, I’m still stunned how quickly the police blew us off, insisting Hayden just vanished. After the police searched his room and spotted a half-packed suitcase, my parents noticed two more suitcases missing, along with most of Hayden’s clothes. The police asked if he had any reason to run off, and we told them absolutely not. Then when we told them about Beck, they drove over to her house and questioned her. She confessed she was pregnant and that they were planning on running away, and after a thirty-second, rudimentary “search” for his phone and car, they closed the case, saying he wasn’t a runaway since he was eighteen, but labeling him a guy capable of abandoning his family and the girlfriend carrying his child.’ Her voice was steady and assured as she said, ‘I promise you: that was not who my brother was. Even when he got into trouble as a little boy, he never tried to wriggle his way out of it.’

Alyssa was curious about something. ‘You said your brother’s suitcases were gone and another half-packed, and the police still closed the case as a willful disappearance. Did any of the authorities question why he would’ve walked away without the final suitcase, at least?’

‘Pfft. Not only did they not question it, they refused to listen when we brought it to their attention. They actually looked my parents in the eye and suggested that we hire a private investigator if we were so unhappy with their findings. Like it was the movies. There was no way we could afford to hire anyone, much less a private someone. Stupid, uneducated assholes.’ The words muttered under her breath were still loud enough for Alyssa and Cord to hear. ‘I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean that as an insult to you. I’m, it’s just, Del Luna’s police force has more than a little something to be desired.’

Alyssa must’ve missed the memo that came out stating today was Bash the Authorities Day. ‘No offense taken. Speaking of private investigators, why don’t you tell us about your meeting with Gabriel Kensington and why you weren’t thrilled when Elizabeth hired him?’

Either Rosalyn Benson was an Academy Award-worthy actress, or she had no idea what Alyssa was talking about, which shot all kinds of holes in her theory that the Benson family was somehow involved in the murders or Addis and Emerson’s kidnapping.

‘I never met with Mr. Kensington. He left a message indicating he wanted to, but it never happened. And then I saw on the news—And why would I not be thrilled that Beck was having someone open the investigation into Hayden’s disappearance? That makes absolutely no sense. I’m not sure where she even got that idea. Maybe she was projecting what she thought or what she was afraid of?’