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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

All that day I was quiet as the others, wracking my brain to think what to do. Get rid of the car, kill the kid, kept churning over and over in my mind. The murder of the Walker family was as big news as the murder of the Clutters had been, and the newspaper headlines awaited us when we stopped for the night in Louisiana. They had already picked up on the similarities of the two killings, and detectives were asking around the Sarasota area to see if they could find any witnesses. I thought about the times when I might have been seen there. I had a hard time falling asleep that night, wondering what to do.

But it turned out I did not have to make a decision after all. The next morning Jerry was gone! He must have packed up his things and stole out of the room while we were still sleeping. When Perry woke up and saw that Jerry was not in the room, he was not upset at first. But he did go out and look in the back seat of the car to see if he was sleeping there, and found an envelope with one thousand dollars in it. Then he walked down to the water’s edge. I followed behind, and I found him crying, not just teary-eyed, but dropping big tears like a child into the surf when it rolled in over his feet.

Maybe he will come back, I said. Maybe he just … and then I thought about what had happened to the Walker family the last time Jerry disappeared, and I did not want to say where I thought he might be. I just felt myself shiver in the morning breeze off the gulf and thanked my lucky stars that he was gone.