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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Foreword
  4. Prologue
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Forty-Nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Praise for Linwood Barclay
  56. Also by Linwood Barclay
  57. About the Publisher

The Harley screamed into the loading bay. Sandra braked it so she wouldn’t hit that bottom step too fast and throw herself over the handlebars. But once she had that front tire onto the first step, she gunned it, lifting her butt off the seat at the same time, and landed it, with a roar, on the dock.

Archie didn’t have to be told to get on. He ran to the bike, threw a leg over the rear half of the seat, wrapped his arms around his mother, locking one hand over the wrist of the other.

Sandra turned her head long enough to say four words.

“Hang the fuck on.”

Archie hung the fuck on. And started to cry.

Forty-Four

Derek had decided to venture out from the safety of the yacht club building to see whether the situation was improving any.

So Derek got up from his table, paid his bar tab—even in the midst of chaos, one must not take advantage—and stepped outside. The first thing he heard, coming from the center of town, were a few more gunshots. People were still doing battle with the Arrivals, trying to bring them down as though they were wild animals. There’d been so many shots over the last couple of hours that no one even turned their head anymore.

Despite the maelstrom, Derek felt strangely at peace. He’d liberated himself from Brandon Kyle. Should have done it a long time ago, but he’d been lured into staying by the money. Kyle had always paid him well, treated him decently. But Kyle, Derek had finally realized, was an evil man. He’d been wronged, it was true, by Lisa Carver, but her misdeeds did not justify the killing of innocent people. What Derek had seen happen here today was unimaginable.

He wondered whether Kyle had found a way off the island, if maybe he’d gotten to the ferry and escaped, although there’d been talk in the club that something pretty bad had happened up there, at the terminal.

Standing outside, looking over a harbor nearly bereft of watercraft, he inhaled the sea air. He’d never been to Garrett Island before. He liked it here. He wondered, if he sold his house and found a small, one-bedroom apartment here, if he’d have enough to live on the rest of his life. Maybe. It was only him. He’d never married, had no children, and tucked money away over the years. Although he was betting the winters here could be hard. Those storms coming in off the Atlantic, they could pack a punch.

Something to think about.