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
But when the sprinkler opens, it’s like someone has put a fire hose directly above him and turned it on full blast. Boom! The water is a shock, pounding so hard, it’s like a solid thing. In an instant, the fire is snuffed out.
He steps back, trying to get out of the deluge. But the table is covered with a sheet of water. His foot slips out from under him, and before he can recover, both his feet are in the air and he’s falling. When his tailbone meets the marble table, the pain rams all the way up his spine. The sensation is so intense, it’s like someone’s pressed the pause button on the rest of the world. Parker can’t think as he tumbles to the floor. He can’t even breathe. He’s frozen, trapped in the pain.
But finally, he sucks air in with a gasp. Moving hurts. A lot. But he has to. Someone is bound to investigate soon. The pain lessens a little once he’s upright and moving toward the door.
Only now does he wonder if it would have been better to let things build slowly. Now there’s really no smoke. No flames. Just water. It’s noisy, sure, but will it be enough to attract Ron or Lips? Maybe he should light another fire behind the counter.
Parker flicks his lighter. No response. He shakes water out of the well and tries again.
Nothing. There’s no way he’s going to be able to light another fire.
Nothing but the Breathing
NOTHING BUT THE BREATHING
6:04 P.M.
As they round the corner of the stairs, Miranda’s heart feels like it will beat from her chest. In front of them is a metal door with a narrow vertical window. Stenciled on the door are the words 2ND FLOOR. PROFESSIONAL OFFICES.
Below them, one of the killers yells, “I think it came from over here!” How close is he?
After peeking through the window slit, Cole eases open the door.
With one last burst of speed, Miranda darts through, the others on her heels. Cole closes the door so softly that it doesn’t make a sound.
And then they wait to see if they were followed. Miranda covers her mouth with her hand, both to keep her panting breaths from giving them away and to keep herself from screaming. Her nostrils suck air in so hard that they flatten with each inhale. Her pulse is jumping, jumping.
She and Grace are on one side of the door, Javier and Cole on the other. Grace hefts her broomstick over her shoulder like a baseball bat. Javier clutches his BB gun. Cole holds the scissors next to his head like a crazed slasher.