Back Everyone In My Family Has Killed Someone
Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Book
  3. Dedication
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. MY BROTHER
  6. CHAPTER 1
  7. MY STEPSISTER
  8. CHAPTER 2
  9. CHAPTER 3
  10. CHAPTER 4
  11. CHAPTER 5
  12. CHAPTER 6
  13. CHAPTER 7
  14. CHAPTER 8
  15. MY WIFE
  16. CHAPTER 9
  17. MY FATHER
  18. CHAPTER 10
  19. CHAPTER 11
  20. CHAPTER 12
  21. CHAPTER 13
  22. CHAPTER 14
  23. CHAPTER 14.5
  24. CHAPTER 15
  25. MY MOTHER
  26. CHAPTER 16
  27. CHAPTER 17
  28. CHAPTER 18
  29. CHAPTER 19
  30. CHAPTER 20
  31. CHAPTER 21
  32. MY STEPFATHER
  33. CHAPTER 22
  34. CHAPTER 23
  35. CHAPTER 24
  36. CHAPTER 25
  37. CHAPTER 26
  38. CHAPTER 27
  39. MY AUNT
  40. CHAPTER 27.5
  41. CHAPTER 28
  42. CHAPTER 29
  43. MY WIFE
  44. CHAPTER 30
  45. CHAPTER 31
  46. CHAPTER 32
  47. MY SISTER-IN-LAW(former)
  48. CHAPTER 33
  49. CHAPTER 34
  50. CHAPTER 35
  51. CHAPTER 36
  52. CHAPTER 37
  53. MY STEPFATHER(again)
  54. CHAPTER 38
  55. MY BROTHER
  56. CHAPTER 39
  57. MY UNCLE
  58. CHAPTER 40
  59. ME
  60. CHAPTER 41
  61. EPILOGUE
  62. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  63. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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‘It must feel like drowning in the air,’ I said. I wouldn’t wish my dreams of choking on anyone, and I’d been unconscious for most of my time in my mother’s car as a child. I’d read of divers drowning within inches of the surface, feeling if they could just break through the water they’d be saved, but it being just, just, out of reach. I couldn’t imagine trying to breathe the air in front of you and getting nothing from it. ‘If you think it’s the same killer, you think it’s the same equipment, right? It’s not just the ash that got you thinking. You think the mark on his neck could be made from a zip-tie?’

‘I do. It’s cut into the flesh cleanly enough to be something plastic, rather than rope, which would tear the skin a bit, and if it was fishing wire, it would be a deeper cut. But here, look . . .’ She pointed at the corpse’s mouth, which was slightly open, took out her phone (battery: 85%) and shone the flashlight in. It was no mystery why the media had dubbed the killer the Black Tongue; the dead man’s mouth was caked with black charcoal, making his tongue a thick black slug behind his smeared teeth. ‘It’s more ornamental, rather than the cause of death. The bag would have done the job of suffocation anyway. This serves no purpose other than to leave a mark.’

‘Why would he do that?’ Erin asked.

‘I’ve seen my share of weird shit in the ER, so I can guess at a few reasons. You know what I’m thinking Ern, I’ll bet. You write this stuff. What’s the basic principle of a psycho killer’s MO?’

‘Well,’ I said. ‘I suppose the most common assumption is that psychopaths just need to do things a certain way. It’s a part of their process – it means something to them. But if it were that important, I don’t think they’d put the effort into killing without all their affectations in order, unless they were interrupted. It wouldn’t be worth it. And it’s not like someone’s building bonfires up here. That would be pretty obvious. So I don’t know how that helps.’

‘You don’t need fire as much as you might think, actually – the trick is just to get those particles in the air. And you can buy ash in big bags from any garden or hardware store. My point is, they probably brought it with them. They were prepared. So my second theory is, I think, more likely.’