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Chapters (104)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for The Request
  3. ALSO BY DAVID BELL
  4. Dedication
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. CHAPTER FOUR
  10. CHAPTER FIVE
  11. CHAPTER SIX
  12. CHAPTER SEVEN
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  17. CHAPTER TWELVE
  18. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  20. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  23. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  24. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  45. CHAPTER FORTY
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  64. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  71. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  72. CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
  73. CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
  74. CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
  75. CHAPTER SEVENTY
  76. CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
  77. CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
  78. CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
  79. CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
  80. CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
  81. CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
  82. CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
  83. CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
  84. CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
  85. CHAPTER EIGHTY
  86. CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
  87. CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
  88. CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
  89. CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
  90. CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
  91. CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
  92. CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
  93. CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
  94. CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
  95. CHAPTER NINETY
  96. CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
  97. CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
  98. CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
  99. CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
  100. Readers Guide
  101. Questions for Discussion
  102. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  103. About the Author
  104. What’s next onyour reading list?

I hit REDIAL a few times, jabbing the phone with my finger as hard as I could, as though that would make the call go through. What do they say about insanity? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result? I knew deep down Blake wouldn’t be answering. I knew it as surely as anything, but I kept dialing until I grew so sick of the ringing sound I wanted to throw the phone out the car window and crunch it beneath my tires.

I ran my hand through my hair and opened my Facebook app, intending to see if there was anything on Jennifer’s page that might tell me what was happening. I went there and looked, but since I hadn’t accepted her request, I couldn’t see much. Just a profile picture of her at the beach holding a beer. No posts or other photos I could see. No relationship information.

And there was no way I was accepting that creepy friend request.

I again wondered if someone—Blake?—had been watching me while I was inside the house. Had the friend request been a test to see how I’d respond? Or was it a threat, an indication that someone held some power over me I couldn’t see?

I shifted my weight a little and felt the bulky object in my left shorts pocket. Jennifer’s phone. I’d forgotten I’d grabbed it as I left the house and drove away, and it made no sense to look at her social media pages when I could look directly at the source.

I slid the phone out, silently hoping it wasn’t password protected. But it was.

“Damn it.”

I slapped the steering wheel in frustration. I wanted to throw the phone out the window and forget it.

But then I thought of the code for the back door. Was it possible?

1792.

So I entered it into the phone. And it worked.

“Thank God.”

I was happy to see Jennifer was as lazy as I was and couldn’t be bothered coming up with a new password for every device.

I went right to her text messages and saw Blake’s name at the top of the list. I opened the conversation between him and Jennifer and started reading, moving backward from the most recent messages. And right away I saw that Blake had lied to me.