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
  64. Australia’s best crime writers are talking about . . .EVERYONE IN MY FAMILY HAS KILLED SOMEONE
  65. OTHER BOOKS BY THE AUTHOR
  66. Sign up to Read More and discover new favourites

Her eyes darted to Katherine. I couldn’t tell if I was imagining it, but Katherine’s eyes seemed to flick away from us, as if Sofia’s gaze was a white snooker ball, ricocheting into Katherine’s black. Katherine wasn’t in the medical field, and she certainly could never be described as having influence. I scanned everyone else. Andy had found a deck of cards somewhere (or maybe he just had them on him at all times for amateur magic tricks, I wouldn’t put it past him) and was dealing himself a hand of solitaire. Across the room, Lucy perched a cigarette between her lips. Before you call me a liar about her last cigarette, a waiter came over and told her she’d have to go outside. She looked longingly out the snow-battered window, which was groaning in its frame, and pocketed it.

My mind lingered on Katherine. ‘When they review something like that, is alcohol one of the things they look at?’ I asked.

‘Why jump to that?’

‘Well, you know how Katherine feels about alcohol. And she’s called you out a few times. At first, I thought she was annoyed at you ruining the weekend with your murder theories, but now I see she’s painting you as some unreliable, swaggering drunk, which we both know you’re not. It seems she’s taking it personally.’ Sofia took a breath to answer, but I changed my mind. ‘No, sorry. Look, I’ve clearly got to figure out how to interview people without accusing them at every turn. All I’m saying is, you know she’s entrenched with AA since the accident – she’s well respected, knows it inside out. She’d actually be a good ally. If anything like that were the case. We’re here for you.’

Sofia snorted. ‘She’s high and mighty, isn’t she? You don’t remember very well if you think that’s when she got cleaned up. Oh, sure, for a couple of weeks maybe. She was wild, man. Dad and Audrey had to cut her off completely for her to turn it around. I’ll take my advice elsewhere.’

Katherine’s accident and the consequences and rehabilitation all rolled together for me. It was a surprise to hear they were spread out. ‘You didn’t answer my question though.’