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
DISPATCH: Due to traffic, ETA ten for mobile command center. Longer for Crisis Negotiation.
UNIT 68: Copy. We can’t wait. I’ve got a shield, a Halligan tool, and some flash bangs in my car. Give me three units for an active shooter. We have to go in.
DISPATCH: Copy. 43, 41, and 19. Respond to south parking lot of Fairgate Mall for active shooter.
UNIT 68: Get the RP to tell us the best way in.
DISPATCH: Ron, check your cams. What’s the best entrance for our team to take?
SKINNER: I can’t believe this. Everyone’s dying!
DISPATCH: Ron, listen to me. We need to know where the officers can enter to help those people. Look at your cams.
SKINNER: I think they can come through Nordstrom. It looks empty.
Who He Really Is
WHO HE REALLY IS
4:49 P.M.
Parker’s not sure how long he’s been waiting inside the Van Duyn workroom. His shoulders ache from pressing against the wall on one side and the door on the other. Moxie is, he thinks, asleep. There hasn’t been even a rustle from the cupboard. And no sounds outside this room either, no matter how he strains to hear. No shouts. No gunshots. Even the sirens that were faintly wailing when the siege first started seem to have ceased.
While he waited for the killers to come through the door, and hoped that they never did, Parker set down the knife and pulled his phone from his back pocket. He’d missed a couple of dozen texts. From his mom, his dad, his friends. It looked like everyone else who was at his table managed to get out.
But the text that first caught his eye was Miranda’s. R U out? Hiding w/ people at Culpeppers.
He texted her back. Hiding Van Duyn storeroom w/ sister. 30+ ppl trapped in hall. Killers pulled metal gate across. Already shot 1.
Thinking of Miranda fills him with deep shame. In fact, as he sits on this white tile floor and waits to see if he’s going to die, Parker is ashamed by pretty much everything he’s done recently. If he’s honest with himself, he’s turned into kind of a jerk, especially since the wrestling team took state. Today especially. Ignoring Moxie. Leaving a mess. Taunting that busboy. If there’s a heaven, he’s pretty sure that’s not where he’s going to end up.
But it’s been going on for longer than just today. Like that one afternoon a few weeks ago that he spent with Miranda. He’s surprised she cared enough to text, let alone to try to drag him to safety. He pictures her cowering behind Culpeppers’s metal roll-down shutter, reviewing her life the way he’s reviewing his.