In this world, “Woo!” appeared to be some kind of attention-grabbing mating call, and “Want a drink?” was code for “I want to see you naked and will react to your refusal like a petulant child.” I’d watched every teen movie ever made, but this world had no resemblance to anything I’d seen on scre...
I needed to rinse off not only the dirt, but the desperate days I’d spent under the cairn. I probably needed to wash off months of pain and fear, but that would take a while. For now, I started with a twenty-minute shower. Someone had left fresh clothes on the bed. I unfol...
Without a word, she turned the dial to the Americana station I favored, apparently believing Alison Krauss would be more soothing than the Sex Pistols. I tried to lose myself in the bluegrass, letting the fiddles wrap themselves around my agitated mind. Genuine peace might...
The gap created by Brian’s absence was a silent recrimination, a reminder of our faith in one so undeserving of that trust. I was sipping heavily honeyed tea to coat my throat, and I kept catching Sera pressing a hand against her chest, whether in memory of Brian’s assault or to hold the pain wit...
“There’s this game I used to play with my aunts,” I said. “The object of the game was to determine who committed the murder, where, and with what weapon. Players did so by sharing information and through process of elimination. Well, we know the where for Edith Lake, at least, and we think we kno...