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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I had a moment of panic because sometimes I have these dreams – well, memories – about choking, and as I was wrenched from sleep the giant window and the feeling of space made me think, momentarily, that I’d fallen asleep outdoors. The ridge met the deep black sky under the spectacular brightness of stars unblemished by city fog or clouds. The wind outside sounded like it was groaning, and puffs of snow kept spitting off the ridge and swirling into the sky. Closer to me, the mountain was dimly lit from the spill of a halogen spotlight for the night skiers in the neighbouring valley, and the slope was dappled with bone-finger shadows of leaf-stripped trees. The temperature had continued to drop, trying to snake its way into the room; I could almost feel the breath of the glass pulsing against the indoor heating.

I rubbed my eyes and hauled myself upright, lumbering to the door. I opened it.

Sofia stood on the threshold, hands folded into her elbows, flakes of ice in her wind-tussled black hair. ‘Well?’ she said. ‘Did you bring the money?’

CHAPTER 5

Okay, look. Here’s the thing. I didn’t lie. Michael asked me to hold on to the money.

When he drove me back home that morning – I was silent in the passenger seat, still pulling sticky spider-web tendrils from my forearms – he’d said it was probably safer if I kept it for now. I could see the thinking: that Alan either took it or was supposed to give it to someone, and something had gone wrong along the way. Whether Michael had anything to do with the ‘going wrong’ part, I wasn’t sure, but if someone was a few hundred grand light, they probably wanted it back. I was another layer – the security blanket – in case the gunman had seen Michael’s car. If there was a gunman at all, of course.

I’d taken the bag with silent understanding. Michael had maybe implied he’d pay me for looking after it, but I was struggling to hear anything, just an underwater-style echo in my head that accompanied his moving lips. In a daze, I’d walked into my house, thrown the bag on the bed, vomited and called the police.