Chapters (49)
- TITLE PAGE
- COPYRIGHT PAGE
- DEDICATION
- Contents
- 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
- 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
- Author’s Note and Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“We’re going outside,” she said. “Keep your hands on your head until I tell you otherwise.”
Coyle walked barefoot out of his room, his hands on his head. As they stepped out, Eve peeked into the other bedroom. It obviously belonged to his mother and seemed untouched since she’d died. It even smelled like perfume.
She followed Coyle and Ross down the hall, through the open kitchen and living room, and outside, where two more deputies were waiting.
“You can lower your hands,” Eve said, confident that Coyle didn’t present a danger to anyone right now. She saw the CSU van moving in. “Is there anything you want to tell us about before we start going through your house?”
“I didn’t put the toilet seat down and I might not have flushed the last time I used it,” Coyle said. “We’re in a drought, you know, and I’m doing my part. I wasn’t expecting guests. Sorry about that.”
“Where are the keys to your car?”
“On the kitchen counter,” Coyle said. “Oh, and if you’re done admiring my physique, could you bring me some clothes?”
She liked that he wasn’t comfortable being nearly naked in front of her and his second attempt to sexualize the situation didn’t give her any incentive to make him feel any better. In fact, it encouraged her to prolong his discomfort.
Eve glanced at Ross. “Put Mr. Coyle in the back seat of a patrol car where he’ll be warm and can protect his modesty.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Eve went back into the house to start looking for evidence. The kitchen and living room were basically one space separated by a countertop. There was a pink easy chair, a bloated black vinyl recliner, a 1970s-era couch, an antique coffee table, and stacks of DVDs piled on the floor in front of a big-screen TV that was almost as wide as the trailer.
She went back to Coyle’s bedroom and regarded his collection of Planet of the Apes posters and lobby cards as she put on her gloves. The artwork was all from the original movies from the late 1960s and early ’70s, not the later remakes. It was still a kid’s room and not a man’s bedroom.
There was a T-shirt, jeans, and socks on the floor beside the bed and some loose change, half a roll of breath mints, and a wallet on the bureau. The mirrored sliding closet door was open a crack and Eve saw the toe of a hiking boot on the floor inside.
She slid open the door to get a better look at the boot but was distracted by what was hanging among the shirts and jackets inside: a big, furry ape suit, complete from head to toe. It didn’t look like a real ape but rather one of the distinctive “ape men” from the original Planet of the Apes movie.