Back Take Me Home Tonight
Chapters (55)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  5. PART ONE 1:30 p.m.–4:15 p.m.
  6. CHAPTER 1
  7. CHAPTER 2
  8. CHAPTER 3
  9. CHAPTER 4
  10. PART TWO 4:15 p.m.–5:25 p.m.
  11. CHAPTER 5
  12. CHAPTER 6
  13. Meanwhile, back in Connecticut…
  14. CHAPTER 7
  15. CHAPTER 8
  16. PART THREE 5:25 p.m.–9:25 p.m.
  17. CHAPTER 9
  18. CHAPTER 10
  19. CHAPTER 11
  20. Meanwhile, back in Connecticut…
  21. CHAPTER 12
  22. CHAPTER 13
  23. Meanwhile, back in Connecticut…
  24. CHAPTER 14
  25. CHAPTER 15
  26. CHAPTER 16
  27. CHAPTER 17
  28. Meanwhile, somewhere in upstate New York…
  29. CHAPTER 18
  30. CHAPTER 19
  31. Meanwhile, somewhere on Highway 81…
  32. CHAPTER 20
  33. PART FOUR 9:25 p.m.–11:11 p.m.
  34. Meanwhile, in Brockville (Ontario) (Canada)…
  35. CHAPTER 21
  36. CHAPTER 22
  37. CHAPTER 23
  38. CHAPTER 24
  39. CHAPTER 25
  40. Meanwhile, back in Canada…
  41. CHAPTER 26
  42. CHAPTER 27
  43. PART FIVE 11:11 p.m.–3:00 a.m.
  44. Meanwhile, in [Redacted X X X X]…
  45. CHAPTER 28
  46. Meanwhile, back in Connecticut…
  47. CHAPTER 29
  48. PART SIX Saturday
  49. CHAPTER 30
  50. PART SEVEN February
  51. CHAPTER 31
  52. CHAPTER 32
  53. More from the Author
  54. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  55. 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.”