Chapters (62)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Map
- Newspaper Extract
- Survive
- One Hundred Miles
- So Many and So Fast
- Start to Die
- Fish in a Barrel
- Because of the Blood
- Can’t be Real
- Waiting to Die
- Panic
- None of Them
- Trapped
- Video Game
- Like Her Life Depends on It
- Before He Sees Us
- It’s Your Lucky Day
- Just a Shell
- The World’s Best Reality Show
- How Long
- No Matter What Happens
- The One Who Decides
- What You Need to Do
- One Last Time
- The Biggest Secret Ever
- What They Want Me to Believe
- Who He Really Is
- People Like You
- I Believe She Is Saying
- Wake Up
- We Told You What Would Happen
- Slowly, Slowly
- Everything Is Under Control
- Come with Me
- The Last Thing They’d Expect
- They Can’t Shoot All of Us
- Go Down Swinging
- Not Running Away
- If You’re Going to Lie
- Every Rattle and Click
- Infinitesimal
- No Safe Place
- I Didn’t Know
- Straight to the Source
- Nothing but the Breathing
- Anything Other Than Killing
- You Honestly Believed
- Three Inches Away
- Not Anymore
- Refusing to Crack
- On the Trigger
- Over
- All Too Much
- Together, We Can Make a Difference
- A Note From the Author
- Other Mysteries by April Henry
- Honors for April Henry
- About the Author
- Newsletter Sign-up
“We’re all trapped between the doors and that security gate they pulled across. One of them is inside the gate, and two are outside. All of them have automatic rifles. They made some people press up against the doors, facing out. It’s supposed to make the police think twice about coming in.” Parker looks at the guy’s shaved head and the jacket straining against his biceps. “Are you a cop?”
“No.” He doesn’t offer any other explanation.
“What’re you going to do? You have to stop them before they kill anyone else.”
The other man answers through gritted teeth. “Be realistic. If I go out there, I’ll just get mowed down. I might get one—or maybe, if I’m really lucky, two—but there’s at least three of them.” He shakes his head. “I’m going to stay put. This way, I control the space, not them. And if anyone comes in, I’ll be the one who decides who lives or dies.” He nudges the back of Parker’s head with the side of the gun. “So go on, get out of here. And good luck finding your sister. If I were you, once you do, I would try and find your own space to hide. Out there, you’re just one of the herd. And they’re looking for animals to cull.”
4:24 p.m.
SKINNER: Oh Jesus God, he’s making all the male hostages lie down on the floor on their bellies in a line.
DISPATCH: How many hostages?
SKINNER: About a dozen. I think he’s going to kill them. Like an execution!
DISPATCH: 68, RP says one gunman is making male hostages lie down. He thinks they’re planning to execute them.
UNIT 68: We need the Crisis Negotiation Team stat.
DISPATCH: Copy.
What You Need to Do
WHAT YOU NEED TO DO
4:24 P.M.
When Miranda’s phone buzzes, she jerks. It’s her dad. In her chest, a bubble of hope expands. If anyone can fix this mess, it’s him. He travels all over the world. He buys failing businesses and turns them around. He’s even had dinner alone with the president. Twice.
She forgets to whisper. “Daddy?”
“Shh!” Amina puts her finger against her lips. Javier holds up a cautioning hand. Cole frowns. Only Grace seems unconcerned.
“Honey! Where are you? Are you all right? Did you get out?”
She has been holding it together until now. But at the sound of his voice, her head fills with water. Her heart feels squeezed by a fist.
For a moment, she can’t speak at all. Finally, she manages a strangled whisper. “No. I’m still in Culpeppers. I mean, we are. There’s five of us, including me.”
“Let me talk for a second to whoever’s in charge.”