Chapters (56)
- COVER
- ALSO BY HARLAN COBEN
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT
- DEDICATION
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- EPILOGUE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
For a long time I wouldn’t let myself believe it. I held on, afraid to let him go. I just held on tighter and tighter. See, I had been here before, in dreams. I would see my father in my sleep and I would hold him like this, tighter and tighter, and then the dream would start to end and I would shout, “No, please don’t go!” but slowly, as I awoke, he would fade.
I’d wake up alone.
Not this time. I held on. And when I finally let go, my father didn’t go anywhere.
“Oh my God,” Myron shouted, running toward us. The two brothers hugged so hard that they both fell on the floor. Myron cried. We all did. We cried. Then we laughed. Then we cried again. Eventually Myron let my dad go. Then Uncle Myron picked up his cell phone and called my grandparents.
Boy, did that lead to more crying.
My father, Brad Bolitar, had been down in that secret room alone, in the dark, for nearly eight months. But he would be fine. Luther was still out there. But capturing him would wait for another day.
When I met again with Spoon, Ema, and Rachel—when I told them about this amazing discovery—we celebrated. But not for long. Because we also knew the truth.
It wasn’t over for the four of us.
We had more questions to answer. We had more children to rescue.
But all of that could wait.
Right now, as my father and I faced each other in that tunnel, there was something that mattered much more to me.
“We have to go,” I said to him.
Dad nodded. I think somehow he understood.
• • •
So now we were walking into another dark room. He stayed in the doorway, out of sight. I moved toward her bed.
“Mom?”
My mother looked up and saw the expression on my face. “What is it, sweetheart? What’s wrong?”
I choked back the tears. “Remember I said the next time I came back, I was bringing Dad?”
“What? I don’t understand . . .”
And then my father stepped away from the doorway and came toward us.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Credit: Claudio Marinesco
HARLAN COBEN is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of numerous adult novels and the young adult novels Shelter and Seconds Away. He has won the Edgar Award, Shamus Award, and Anthony Award—the first author to receive all three. His books are published in forty-one languages—with over 50 million copies in print worldwide—and have been #1 bestsellers in over a dozen countries. Harlan lives in New Jersey.
Visit Harlan at
www.harlancoben.com
www.mickeybolitar.com