This story had the potential to be really interesting, but I feel it fell short. I don't think it was as good as I was expecting it to be, but perhaps that was my fault for having the expectations. I think the excerpt of the story made it sound a little different than it actually was, which was a...
On May 29, 2004, seven year old Bailey Cabot was abducted from her home’s front yard and disappeared for three months. Dana Cabot, the mother, blamed herself and her workaholic lawyer husband, David, for the events. She felt she was an unfit mother. During the months of her daughter’s disappea...
Reed Wallace was young. His diplomas hung on the wall, but Roman numerals confused Liz and besides, she didn’t really want to know exactly how young. Under the circumstances, age made no difference anyway. The lab in Miami had provided his name in San Jose and no other. He entered the examining r...
Say he was in the kitchen pouring a bowl of cereal and his cell phone rang. He’d think: Mom. For the last year he had been seeing a psychologist, Dr. Belknap. She and Dr. Rose shared an office but Dr. Bee specialized in teenagers. Half the kids Django knew had shrinks. Dr. Bee said Django was dep...
It was too hot for a nap. Wearing seersucker shorts with a torn pocket and a cut-off, no-sleeve white T-shirt inherited from her father, she crept barefoot down the narrow back stairs for a drink of cold water and a sugar cookie; but when she heard them arguing she changed her mind, her stomach s...
“It’s just an idea, honey.” Frankie watched as her daughter clomped noisily to the top of the aluminum tip-and-roll bleachers set up at the edge of the soccer field. At the far end a pair of well-dressed women turned to see who was making so much noise. Frankie supposed they were mothers come to ...