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’ll see about that.”
He starts to close the cupboard door, then worries that won’t leave enough fresh air. He leaves it ajar a careful half inch, then picks up all the wrappers and puts them in the trash. He doesn’t want any of the killers coming in and wondering where the person who ate them went. The papers are so light, as flimsy as his and Moxie’s chances of surviving this.
The door to the workroom doesn’t have a lock. But he won’t go back outside. Instead, he turns off the light and settles himself in the corner behind the door. In his hand, he clutches the knife.
The Biggest Secret Ever
THE BIGGEST SECRET EVER
4:39 P.M.
In Culpeppers’s storeroom, no one is talking. Grace is back to whimpering and rocking. Amina is checking her phone. Javier and Cole both have their eyes closed. Javier’s face is twisted with pain, while Cole looks exhausted, his head tipped back against the wall.
Miranda’s eyes are drawn to her photo thumbtacked to the bulletin board above Cole’s head. She’s one of a couple of dozen sullen faces. After Amina caught Miranda, she grabbed her wrist when she tried to run. Amina isn’t that big, but her grip was like a ring of iron.
And this was where Amina took her. This very same room. When she was here a month ago, Miranda thought it was all going to end. Finally. She would be arrested and her parents would find out about everything. The lying. The stealing. And the rest. She was filled with shame, but also relief. Instead of calling the police, though, Amina snapped Miranda’s photo and then banned her from the store. Back then, Miranda told herself that she was lucky. And she hasn’t gone near Culpeppers since, at least not until today.
Now her head hurts worse than it had when she was trying to get coffee, which was when? She checks her phone: not even an hour ago. Earlier she was freezing, and now sweat is pouring off her. Yesterday, Matthew called off their meeting without explanation. If this whole nightmare hadn’t happened, she would have met him by now. He would have traded her some Oxy for the items she stole, and right about now she would be starting to feel good again.
Last summer, OxyContin started showing up at parties. It was a prescription drug, made in a factory someplace. That meant it was safe.