Chapters (81)
- Cover
- Praise for Tess Stimson
- Dedication
- part one
- chapter 01
- chapter 02
- chapter 03
- chapter 04
- chapter 05
- chapter 06
- chapter 07
- chapter 08
- chapter 09
- 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
- part two
- 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
- part three
- 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
- part four
- chapter 69
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Keep Reading …
- About the Author
- By the same author:
- About the Publisher
Millie Downton’s ten-year-old son, Peter, was in the car with her. Bit of a twist, huh?
Actually, not so much, not if you’ve met him. This kid’s a total freak show. He tried to drown Stacey Porter’s son in a swimming pool a few weeks ago, though no one will admit it. You’d think Stacey might be a bit upset, but instead she practically adopted Peter Downton and then took him on a homicidal joyride to take me out.
I haven’t told Millie he was in the car. I can’t quite bring myself to burst her bubble, not after everything she’s done for me. And I didn’t put two and two together myself and realise it was him till yesterday morning, when I saw him in profile drinking a glass of milk and the penny dropped. But when I tell you I think the kid’s involved in Felix Porter’s mysterious disappearance, I’m not messing around.
Doesn’t matter he’s only ten. He’s super creepy and kids like him, they hurt people.
And the thing is, Millie’s missing. She and Peter have been gone all night, and we don’t know where they are. Millie’s husband says he’s not worried because she sometimes stays out all night, and she did text him yesterday to say she was taking Peter on a road trip or something. But she didn’t turn up to work today, the hospital’s already called three times, and I don’t care what Tom says, something’s wrong. I know this family has its own way of doing things, but I don’t know why he’s not more worried about her. She sent Tom a really weird text last night about taking Peter for a walk in the woods or something, it didn’t make any sense. I made him ping her phone this morning and it shows her located somewhere in Abingdon, of all places. But Peter’s not with her. His phone is still at Stacey’s house. According to Tom, he walked all the way there from school by himself yesterday, which is fucking weird to begin with. Millie told Tom she was going to the Glass House to pick him up. And now she’s totally fallen off the grid.
So, anyway. I’m going to go to the Glass House now to see what’s happening for myself. Tom says we should just wait for them to come back, but I told you, I’ve got this feeling.
[Pause]
If I don’t – if anything happens to me – then this will automatically upload to my vlog in twenty-four hours. I’m sure it’s all going to be fine, and I’ll delete this and go back to playing KyperLife, God help me.
But if it’s not. If I don’t come back.
You know where to look now.