Chapters (54)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- 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
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Chelsea Cain
- About the Author
Archie felt Henry’s hand close around his arm.
“Let’s go,” Henry said firmly.
“Sure,” Archie said. But first he turned back to Jack. “One thing,” he said.
Jack raised his eyebrows, waiting.
Archie was struck with a sudden urge to take a swing at him, but he felt Henry’s hand tighten on his arm again and he let it pass. “Stay away from Susan Ward,” Archie said.
Jack arched an eyebrow and smirked. “Funny,” he said. “I think that little stunt bothered you more than it did my son.”
“We’ll be in touch,” Henry said quickly.
Archie tossed his piece of toast back onto the table and then let Henry steer him out of the kitchen.
Archie and Henry didn’t speak again until they were off the island, on the other side of the bridge, through the gates, and beyond the reach of the surveillance cameras. Only at that point did Archie retrieve the folded napkin out of his jacket pocket and hold it out to Henry.
“What?” Henry asked, touching his chin. “Do I have something on my face?”
Archie opened the napkin, revealing the silver teaspoon he’d swiped off the table after he’d spilled the tea. “Karim’s teaspoon,” Archie said. “Have his DNA checked, too.”
Chapter 28
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When Susan woke up, the light outside the window had faded and dark shadows crept across the wood floor. She listened for a minute. The house was quiet. Susan’s laptop was beside her on the bed, and she reached over and touched the keyboard to wake it up. The screen came to life, the Word document she’d been writing still open. The clock on the screen read 6:13 P.M. She blinked groggily, and realized that she had slept most of the afternoon away.