Chapters (98)
- Cover
- Praise for
- Also by David Bell
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- PART I
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- PART II
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- PART III
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
- PART IV
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Readers Guide
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“Madeline left it for me. And I thought you’d want to have it back.”
CHAPTER EIGHTY
REBECCA
PRESENT
Nye takes the envelope.
He stares at it kind of like it’s a lost treasure. Or a newborn baby.
“Madeline gave this to you? When? Why?”
“She left it on my porch. Right before she died. And I guess I’m not really sure why she gave it to me, except that she kind of knew me because we hung out at a party once.” Rebecca has thought about this a lot over the past couple of days. And especially since this morning. But she can’t reach any strong conclusions about it. “We kind of bonded over something that happened that night, something that kind of relates to the book. Or . . . maybe she didn’t have anyone else to give it to.”
“Why are you bringing it to me?” Nye asks. “Did she say to do that?”
Rebecca feels her cheeks get warm. She reaches up and unbuttons her coat, wishes she could take it off. But she doesn’t want to stay long, doesn’t want to keep Mom waiting. They have a two-hour drive ahead, and it’s already dark. Mom doesn’t like driving at night, and Rebecca doesn’t want to add to her stress by taking forever with Dr. Nye. It already took long enough packing her clothes and things in the apartment while Mikaila followed her around, telling her how much she was going to miss her. She was practically crying.
It’s weird, but Rebecca thinks she’ll miss Mikaila. And Steven too.
“I didn’t buy your book that night at the library. I forgot my credit card, and I didn’t really think I liked to read thrillers, even though you wrote it.” When she starts talking, Nye’s shoulders sag. He looks disappointed. Kind of sad. And Rebecca doesn’t want to pile on, so she tries to make it quick. “When this book showed up on my doorstep, I started reading it, and it was really good. I mean, it’s smart. Not just a thriller. It’s about the characters too. And their friendship and how they care for each other even though they’re kind of from different walks of life. But it kind of reminded me of what you were saying about your book at the library. At first, I thought maybe they were just generally the same. I mean, how many different ways can an author murder somebody? You always said in class there are only seven plots, right?”
“I did say that.”