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Chapters (65)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. One
  5. Two
  6. Three
  7. Four
  8. Five
  9. Six
  10. Seven
  11. Eight
  12. Nine
  13. Ten
  14. Eleven
  15. Twelve
  16. Thirteen
  17. Fourteen
  18. Fifteen
  19. Sixteen
  20. Seventeen
  21. Eighteen
  22. Nineteen
  23. Twenty
  24. Twenty–one
  25. Twenty–two
  26. Twenty–three
  27. Twenty–four
  28. Twenty–five
  29. Twenty–six
  30. Twenty–seven
  31. Twenty–eight
  32. Twenty–nine
  33. Thirty
  34. Thirty–one
  35. Thirty–two
  36. Thirty–three
  37. Thirty–four
  38. Thirty–five
  39. Thirty–six
  40. Thirty–seven
  41. Thirty–eight
  42. Thirty–nine
  43. Forty
  44. Forty–one
  45. Forty–two
  46. Forty–three
  47. Forty–four
  48. Forty–five
  49. Forty–six
  50. Forty–seven
  51. Forty–eight
  52. Forty–nine
  53. Fifty
  54. Fifty–one
  55. Fifty–two
  56. Fifty–three
  57. Fifty–four
  58. Fifty–five
  59. Fifty–six
  60. Fifty–seven
  61. Author’s Note
  62. Acknowledgments
  63. Also by Becky Masterman
  64. About the Author
  65. Newsletter Sign-up

Perry put up his hands and shushed the kid, and told him it was better if we did not say anyone’s name. You see, this was another hint that we would leave without hurting anyone, because if Perry did not intend to leave Clutter alive he would not have said that to the kid about not saying Wells’s name.

When Perry got the kid calmed down he asked Clutter who was in the house, and Clutter said his wife and son and daughter but please not to wake them up because they were sleeping. He repeated that we could work this out, and he offered to write a check. Then Perry flared up all of a sudden and said what do you think we are, idiots? Perry usually acted like a cool character but he would get offended if anyone insinuated that he was not smart.

He pushed Clutter towards an open door which we discovered was the stairs to the basement. I went to follow them down there, and that was when I wondered why the kid wasn’t with us, but when I looked around I did not see him in the downstairs area. I said this to Perry.

Forget him, he said again, while strong-arming Mr. Clutter down the basement steps. That was when I thought we did not have masks on. Again, names did not matter if someone could tell what we looked like. But things were moving quickly by then, and I did not think about it more.

While I stood holding the shotgun on him, Perry tied Mr. Clutter to a pipe in a room off the main basement area. He made him lay down on the floor which was cement, and very cold. I was the one who found a cardboard box standing against a wall, a big one that could have held a twin sized mattress. I put it on the floor so Mr. Clutter would not be so cold. He still looked pretty uncomfortable, with his arms stretched out over his head and wrists tied around the pipe. Then Perry wrapped duct tape around his ankles. Now Mr. Clutter began to look very fearful and kept saying please don’t hurt my family. My wife is sick.

By the time we went upstairs to the bedrooms, we found that the kid was ahead of us. He had already locked Mrs. Clutter, Kenyon, the son, and Nancy, the daughter, in the bathroom. He had the hunting knife and was using that to make them do as he wished. At this point I kept thinking this is not how it was supposed to go, but I did not know what to do. I admit I was getting upset, beginning to lose what little cool I had when we first entered the house.