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390 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 1, 2025
I took a breath, irritated I had to interrupt my work to shoo away another addict, before rapping three times on the window.The woman lurched forward and snapped her head, scowling as if I were the one inconveniencing her. When our eyes met, a twinge of familiarity struck me.“Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me!” she scoffed, rolling down her window halfway. I hid my surprise at her aggressive response and regarded her with skepticism. She didn’t look like a crackhead. Her teeth and skin were impeccable despite dark circles under her eyes. Maybe she was a dealer. She blinked rapidly, as if she could clear me out of her eye line. “Well?” she snapped. “Can I help you?”Okay, she wasn’t a drug dealer. A bit of an asshole, maybe.With narrowed eyes, I tilted my head to a sign on the front of the building indicating the hours.“Library’s closed,” I muttered. ”
Wow, you are a real piece of work…” she muttered. The anger bubbled up my throat, tightening my grip on the steering wheel.“Can you blame me?” I asked. “You’re a reporter, no?” I whipped my head in her direction, and she narrowed her eyes, hesitating as if trying to figure out how to answer that. Let the lies begin.
She opened her little pink, heart-shaped lips but snapped them shut. She looked nervous. Caught. I clucked my tongue and shook my head, surprised by my disappointment. “Right.” I moved my focus back to the road. “Just like all the others…” I muttered. “You don’t even know me—”“And I don’t care to!” I interrupted whatever she was going to follow up with. The quick, wounded look on her face sent a pang of shame through my chest. She’s a reporter, don’t get soft now.
Great, the one woman in the entire town who, not only hadn’t been afraid of me but hadn’t been afraid to piss me off, would now start ostracizing me like the convict I was too.“Why… him… here… Rodger,” I caught only a few angry words Cherry Mitchell was hissing into the phone. “.... kids here.“ I rolled my eyes. It’s not like I’d killed a child… A shiver went down my back, remembering the look in my first cellmate’s eyes. He had murdered a child. And there I was, sharing a room with him, no better or worse. Equals "
Nicolette Parker.” She touched a hand to her chest to remind Cherry who she was. “I went to school with your daughter, Lanie? Wasn’t she the captain of the cheer squad? Oh, my goodness, you look so good! Is one of these handsome boys yours? Oh, you have to show me!” Something foreign bloomed in my chest at Nicolette’s save. I made quick work out of jumping the massive Tahoe, but I couldn’t help myself from stealing glances at Nicolette. She nodded like a looney bird and the dumb toothy smile fixed on her face was so phony I stifled a chuckle.