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?
She stuffs the hat and gloves into her coat pockets. She comes toward me, and I stand up, keeping my hand near my pants pocket. And the knife.
But she goes past me, over to the counter, and takes the bottle of Rowan’s. She pulls the cork and tilts the bottle, guzzling a more-than-healthy shot. She brings the bottle down but doesn’t put it on the counter. She holds on to it.
“Good-bye, Connor.”
I start to say good-bye, and I feel a twinge of relief passing through me. Madeline is turned to the side, half of her body obscured from my sight.
I can see only one of her hands, the one closest to me.
The one not holding the bottle.
Like a dancer, she spins toward me, and I see the bottle arcing toward the side of my head as she turns.
I duck. I lift my arm.
But none of it is fast enough, and I don’t even feel the pain of the blow as the darkness descends. I realize I’m fading as I hit the floor, as I hear Grendel scampering into the kitchen, barking and barking. . . .
PART II
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
REBECCA
PRESENT
Rebecca makes it to class right at the wire.
She hates to be tardy, but she woke up late this morning, reluctant to emerge from beneath the warmth of the covers, leave the house, and trudge the three blocks in the freezing air to reach the bus stop.
But she did it.
Except then the bus arrived late, and by the time it dropped her off near Goodlaw, she was way behind and ran through the wide first-floor hallway, dodging around her fellow students, the cleaning people, and the professors to make it to class on time. Dr. Nye hated it when students came late. Some of them strolled in almost ten minutes after class started, and when they did, he always sighed, acting like they’d done him a grievous injury.
Rebecca makes it on time every day. And she wants to keep that streak intact. With Nye eventually reading her thesis and deciding if she could graduate with honors or not, she didn’t want to risk irritating him.