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
What if they were seen? Miranda grabs a narrow white three-ring binder labeled 2017 INVOICES, lays it on its side, and shoves the narrow end under the door until it gets stuck. It’s like a doorstop. Now if anyone comes up here and tries the door, they won’t be able to shove it open. Cole nods approvingly.
Miranda feels a flush of pride. Then she realizes that if the killers get suspicious, they can just shoot through the door.
“So that’s an AK-47?” she whispers as she looks at the gun lying on the carpet next to Cole.
He shrugs one shoulder. “An AR-15.”
“What were you doing up here that you saw it?” Grace asks. The strain of the past couple of hours shows in her voice.
“Um, making deliveries. I work for an office-supply company.”
Javier nods. “I thought I’d seen you around before.”
“I spotted the rifle when I was trying to get out,” Cole says. “They must have staged this stuff up here for someone who didn’t come. Maybe someone who backed out.”
Miranda thinks of the ski mask she saw near the gun. “I don’t think this stuff was up here waiting for someone who didn’t come. I think someone had it all on and then decided to take off. He got rid of it along the way. First the gun, then the suicide vest, then the ski mask.”
“You could be right.” Cole straightens up. “Hey, maybe I can pretend to be him! The guy who took off. If I put on the vest and the ski mask and then walked up to that gate, I don’t think they’d be able to tell me apart from the real guy they’re looking for, at least not at first. If I keep my mouth shut, they might not know any better until it’s too late.” His mouth thins to a line. “And then I’ll do what I gotta do.”
Javier pulls his brows together, looking worried. “Or they’ll just kill you.”
Miranda is trying to figure out whether Cole’s idea will even work, when Grace says, “Only you won’t be pretending if you put on that vest and mask. Because you were wearing them in the first place. You’re one of them, aren’t you?”
In the stunned silence that follows, she launches herself at Cole. Her hands circle his throat.
“And you’re the one who killed my mom!”
You Honestly Believed
YOU HONESTLY BELIEVED
6:12 P.M.
Soaking wet, clutching the fire extinguisher to his chest, Parker waits for one of the killers to walk into Van Duyn’s workroom.
And waits.
And waits.