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
He sends another text to Miranda. I’m really sorry for what happened. Sorry for everything.
People aren’t going to come to his funeral and say Parker was such a stud. If he’s lucky, they might say he died trying to save his sister. If he’s not lucky, they’ll talk about all the times he’s been a jerk.
Because he’s been a bad guy way more times than he’s been a good one.
It’s okay, Miranda texts back. Neither one of us was our best self that day.
“Best self.” He likes that thought. Like being better is still possible.
A sudden metallic bang, like someone just hammered on a piece of sheet metal, makes him jump. And it didn’t come from out in the corridor, but instead from high on the other side of one of the workroom walls. He holds perfectly still, but all he hears is some faint scrabbling.
He unfreezes long enough to text Miranda. Did u hear that bang?
Someone here tried to get out thru vent. Too small.
Even though it’s not even an avenue of escape that he thought of, the news makes Parker feel like another weight has been placed on his heart. They’re never going to get out of here.
He tries to envision the mall’s layout, to picture where Culpeppers and Van Duyn are and where their storerooms might lie in relation to each other.
I think ur on other side of my wall, he texts Miranda.
So near yet so far, she texts back, with some ridiculous smiley face sporting a hat and a beard. He’s not even sure what it’s supposed to mean, but it still makes his lips twitch, before he remembers how alone he is.
Parker is sitting on his heels, trying to write a text to his parents, backspacing and deleting and searching for the right words while snuffling back tears, when another text from Miranda pops up.
Hang tight. My dad said SWAT team coming.
When? he texts back. Is it really possible they might survive this?
Soon. He said stay hidden so we don’t get shot by accident.
OK. Thx, Parker replies, then goes back to trying to find the right words to text his parents. But maybe he doesn’t need to make them perfect. Maybe he’ll be able to talk to them instead. Maybe he’ll …
Suddenly a loud noise fills the air as something shoves him from behind. Parker is thrown onto his hands and knees.
And the knife is behind him, out of reach.
People Like You
PEOPLE LIKE YOU
5:07 P.M.