Chapters (95)
- Front Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- Video #1
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Video #2
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
- Sixty-Two
- Sixty-Three
- Sixty-Four
- Sixty-Five
- Video #3
- Sixty-Six
- Sixty-Seven
- Sixty-Eight
- Sixty-Nine
- Seventy
- Seventy-One
- Seventy-Two
- Seventy-Three
- Seventy-Four
- Seventy-Five
- Seventy-Six
- Seventy-Seven
- Seventy-Eight
- Seventy-Nine
- Eighty
- Eighty-One
- Eighty-Two
- Eighty-Three
- The Final Video
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Back Cover
“What am I doing? What are you doing? Damnit, Daniel, do you know what this makes it look like? It makes it look like I killed Chloe.”
“We’re not to the part I want to show you.”
“Delete it,” I say. “Just get rid of it. I can’t have people seeing this.”
I peck around on the keyboard again, trying to find the Delete key.
Daniel stands up from his chair, and as he does, he places his hands on my upper arms, pushing me away from the computer. We’re face-to-face, almost nose to nose.
“Hunter,” he says, “you can’t just destroy my movie. You can’t. It’s not finished.”
“You’re making me look guilty. Why don’t you look into someone else? Someone like Basher.”
Daniel lets go of me and steps back. His cheeks are flushed. “Hunter, you have to see the whole thing. That’s the point of a true crime documentary. To introduce the suspects, to make people wonder. I have to do that to build suspense.”
“But I’m the only suspect. And this confirms it. If people in town see this…”
Some of the anger drains out of me. I feel tired. Frustrated and tired.
“Just forget it, Daniel,” I say. “We’re not even friends anymore. Why would I expect you to be on my side?”
I storm out of his bedroom and toward the front of the house. I wish I hadn’t said that about not being friends. But I’m also so mad about the movie, about the suspicion he’s casting on me, that I can’t bring myself to go back and apologize. So I just keep walking and yank open the front door.
The door opens behind me. And then Daniel’s voice.
“Hey! Hey! Hunter!”
I stop in the middle of the yard and turn to face him.
He walks up to me, and in the dark, the whites of his eyes are the only prominent thing about him.
“Hunter, that’s a shitty thing to say to me. About being your friend. You’re the one who stopped hanging out with me. You’re the one who found your new soccer friends. Guys who look at me the way they did tonight.”
“We were kids, Daniel. Lots of people get new friends. It’s not some big personal thing.”
Daniel stares at me, his lips parted. “Not personal? What else could it be? We were best friends. We did everything together. And then…I thought the movie…we used to make those movies together, so I thought you’d appreciate it. I thought maybe we could, you know, reconnect over something.”
“Over a movie that says I’m guilty of killing Chloe?”