She felt a nasty response worthy of her mother press against the back of her clenched teeth-Your grandfather’s going to die, too. She caught the flash of scheming in his eyes. She asked, “Were you tapping the glass on the aquarium?” He stood beside her at the sink, his hip pressing against her. His lips curved up to the left when he smiled, the same way his father’s did. One teaspoon for a dollop of Worcestershire sauce mixed in with the ketchup. One knife to cut Trevor’s hot dog into pieces. She placed it in the drying rack beside the remnants from dinner. Once the giggling died down, Callie adjusted the water to clean the spatula. She splashed her face, then, to Trevor’s delight, sprinkled some on the back of his neck. Everything felt sticky and wet, herself and Trevor included. The oven had turned the kitchen into a sauna. The air conditioning was barely functioning. The sun had gone down an hour ago, but the house was still broiling. He dragged a kitchen chair to the counter and made like Pooh Bear sticking his head into a honeypot.Ĭallie wiped the sweat from her forehead. The question was answered before she could finish asking it. He was standing completely still, but his nervous energy reminded her of a coiled spring. The fist of tension loosened its grip on her skull. She held on to him as tightly as he held on to her. He threw his arms around her, saying, “I love you.” She plopped out more rows on the three count.Ĭallie was closing the oven door when Trevor suddenly appeared behind her like a serial killer. “Trev, are you tapping on the aquarium like I told you not to?”Ĭallie plopped dough onto the cookie sheet. She rubbed her temples, trying to ward off a headache. Any shrink would tell you the kid was terrorizing the poor fish in a desperate bid for attention, but Callie was barely holding on by her fingernails. He was allergic to cats and terrified of dogs. She thought he was being bullied at school. Her grip tightened around the spatula she was using to mix cookie dough. The past is never where you think you left it.įrom the kitchen, Callie heard Trevor tapping his fingers on the aquarium. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.Įbook Edition © June 2021 ISBN: 9780008303525 By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. All other characters, and all incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real.Īll rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. References to real people, events, establishments, organizations, or locales are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, and are used fictitiously. Karin Slaughter asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.Ī catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library. Lyrics from “The Music Man” (written by Meredith Willson)Ĭover design by Claire Ward © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2021Ĭover photographs © Lyn Randle/Trevillion Images First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2021
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