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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Audrey looked as surprised as everyone else: she clearly thought the Sabres had followed through on their threats to kill her son. Jeremy had, like the Agatha Christie on the shelf, been hiding under a different name: Darius Crawford, the name he’d given himself as he acted out a bumbling local cop. His other alias, the one the media had given him, the Black Tongue, was the opposite of bumbling. He had chalked up five murders and one coerced suicide. Like I said, some of us are high achievers.

It’s not one of Knox’s rules, but you should never believe someone is dead until you’ve actually seen a body.

I addressed Jeremy directly now. The parlour show was over. ‘Green Boots had to be a local. It’s why you only showed the photo to our family, but kept it from everyone else, even Juliette, under the guise of preventing panic, because any local would have recognised him. All the staff are up here on the mountain for the season – they’ve been here for months. It might not be suspicious that there’s a new cop from town they hadn’t met, but they would recognise the sergeant immediately. That’s why you wanted him out of sight so quickly, locked away in the shed. And you took his coat, but you didn’t take his shoes: steel caps are a usual part of a policeman’s uniform, and the body was wearing them, but Erin stepped on your toe while chasing the truck, and it hurt, which means that you are not. You could have pretended to be anyone, really, but I think you wanted to be someone with the power to separate us. That’s also the reason you made the sergeant’s death such a public statement, so you could split Michael off. But you were nervous, too nervous, and every step you took that looked like legitimate police work – identifying the body, controlling panic – was instead to make sure your disguise held up. So, when a Cunningham asked, you showed us the photo. It looked like you were doing the right thing. You were really making sure we didn’t know the corpse’s true identity. That’s why you were nervous when we were around the body. I just thought you were squeamish.