Chapters (55)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- PART ONE 1:30 p.m.–4:15 p.m.
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- PART TWO 4:15 p.m.–5:25 p.m.
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- Meanwhile, back in Connecticut…
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- PART THREE 5:25 p.m.–9:25 p.m.
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- Meanwhile, back in Connecticut…
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- Meanwhile, back in Connecticut…
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- Meanwhile, somewhere in upstate New York…
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- Meanwhile, somewhere on Highway 81…
- CHAPTER 20
- PART FOUR 9:25 p.m.–11:11 p.m.
- Meanwhile, in Brockville (Ontario) (Canada)…
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- Meanwhile, back in Canada…
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- PART FIVE 11:11 p.m.–3:00 a.m.
- Meanwhile, in [Redacted X X X X]…
- CHAPTER 28
- Meanwhile, back in Connecticut…
- CHAPTER 29
- PART SIX Saturday
- CHAPTER 30
- PART SEVEN February
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- More from the Author
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY MORGAN MATSON
I leaned back against the soft leather of the seat. It was undoubtedly a much more comfortable way to get from New York to Connecticut than Metro-North. But I couldn’t help feeling this wasn’t how I was supposed to end the night. I was supposed to be riding with Kat on the uncomfortable seats, nudging her to move her feet every time the conductor passed so we wouldn’t get kicked off.
I looked at the clock on the radio, which was turned to some kind of soothing jazz station. Would Kat be at Grand Central, at the clock, waiting for me at 11:11?
I looked fixedly out the window and told myself firmly that she wasn’t going to be there, that she’d gone home long ago.
But what if she hadn’t?
Meanwhile, back in Canada…
AMONG THE MANY THINGS TERI had learned that night was that it wasn’t too hard to overpower and tie up someone claiming to be a CIA agent. It especially helped to have five people working together, even if three of them were on the small side.
When they’d secured the man to a chair with jumper cables and socks with Justin Trudeau’s face on them, they all stepped back to admire their handiwork.
“You can’t do this,” the man growled, struggling against his bonds.
“I think we just did,” said Chris. Daryl gave her a high five.
“I’m a CIA officer!”
“We’ve heard that before,” Teri said. “We heard it tonight, in fact. And we also heard of someone claiming to be Damon Gilroy. So you’ll understand if we’re not about to believe you.”
The man frowned. “What do you mean? Someone else is claiming to be Damon Gilroy?”
“Don’t play dumb.” Teri was getting annoyed. She might have been hoodwinked by one fake CIA agent tonight, but she wasn’t about to be tricked by two. Fool me once, like her mother always said. Just not usually about something like this.
“I think this is just a ruse to get the diamonds,” Chris said.
Parker nodded knowingly.
“Diamonds?” the man asked. “What are you talking about?”
Teri exchanged a look with Dustin. “If you’re not after the diamonds, what are you doing here?”
The man struggled against his bonds again. “I do not have time for this!”
“You think we do?” Teri was incredulous. “You know how long ago they were supposed to be in bed?”
“Teri,” Daryl hissed. “You’re embarrassing us in front of the hostage.”