Chapters (108)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Chapter 90
- Chapter 91
- Chapter 92
- Chapter 93
- Chapter 94
- Chapter 95
- Chapter 96
- Chapter 97
- Chapter 98
- Chapter 99
- Chapter 100
- Chapter 101
- Chapter 102
- Chapter 103
- Chapter 104
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“ ‘Do you think I was stabbing her forty-seven times and cutting her throat?’ That’s what you said. How did you pick that number, Steve?”
“Why? Was I right?”
“Damn close. Close enough to raise an eyebrow,” Vince said. “Not that most killers keep count when they’re going at it with a knife like that. But I can tell you, stranger things have happened.”
“If I did, I’d be crazy to say so,” Morgan said.
“Yeah,” Vince said. “Like a fox.”
Morgan slowly drank the last of his whiskey and set the glass down without making a sound. He looked Vince right in eye and said, “You have no evidence linking me to Marissa’s death because there is no evidence linking me to Marissa’s death because I didn’t kill her. I’d like you to go now, Vince. Thanks for stopping by.”
Chapter 65
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Crawl, G. Don’t just lie there. Crawl!
Marissa was on her hands and knees in the mud, bending down in her face.
Crawl! Damn it, Gina! You can’t give up now!
But I’m so tired, and it’s so nice right here.
No, it isn’t. Are you stupid? It’s raining. You’re facedown in the mud!
I’m so warm. I’m hot. Why do I have all these clothes on?
Oh my God. You’re not hot. You’re cold. Do you hear me? Do you hear me?
Shut up, Marissa. I hear something.
A very distant whup, whup, whup, whup.
It’s a helicopter, stupid.
Don’t call me stupid. This was all your idea.
I was trying to do good. We did something good!
You’re dead.
Then how can you see me? How can you hear me? Gina? Gina!
All she wanted to do was go to sleep, but Marissa grabbed her good arm and pulled it straight out in front of her, and tried to drag her.
Crawl! You have to do this for Haley! You have to get to the fire road. If you get to the fire road they’ll find you!
The fire road. She remembered being driven onto the fire road and marched up it with a gun in her back in the dead of night.
Who?
Who what?
Who will find me?
I don’t know! Firemen. Big, hunky firemen.
I love firemen. My dad was a fireman.
No, he wasn’t. Your dad sold insurance.
It’s my hallucination.
Oh, for God’s sake! Crawl, Gina! You’re going to die if you don’t start crawling! You don’t want to die. You can’t die! You’re the only one who knows the truth. You have to do this for Haley! Crawl, Gina!