Author/Uploaded by Linwood Barclay
Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Contents One Two: Jack Three Four: Jack Five Six: Jack Seven Eight: Jack Nine Ten: Jack Eleven Twelve: Jack Thirteen Fourteen: Jack Fifteen Sixteen: Jack Seventeen Eighteen: Jack Nineteen Twenty:...
Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Contents One Two: Jack Three Four: Jack Five Six: Jack Seven Eight: Jack Nine Ten: Jack Eleven Twelve: Jack Thirteen Fourteen: Jack Fifteen Sixteen: Jack Seventeen Eighteen: Jack Nineteen Twenty: Jack Twenty-One Twenty-Two: Jack Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six: Jack Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight: Jack Twenty-Nine Thirty: Jack Thirty-One Thirty-Two: Jack Thirty-Three Thirty-Four Thirty-Five: Jack Thirty-Six Thirty-Seven: Jack Thirty-Eight Thirty-Nine: Jack Forty Forty-One: Jack Forty-Two Forty-Three: Jack Forty-Four Forty-Five: Jack Forty-Six Forty-Seven: Jack Forty-Eight Forty-Nine: Jack Fifty Fifty-One Fifty-Two: Jack Fifty-Three Fifty-Four: Jack Fifty-Five Fifty-Six Fifty-Seven: Jack Fifty-Eight Fifty-Nine Sixty: Jack Sixty-One Sixty-Two Sixty-Three: Jack Sixty-Four: Jack Sixty-Five Sixty-Six: Jack Sixty-Seven Sixty-Eight: Jack Sixty-Nine Seventy: Jack Seventy-One Seventy-Two: Jack Epilogue: Jack Acknowledgments About the Author Also by Linwood Barclay Copyright About the Publisher iv v vii 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277 278 279 280 281 282 283 284 285 286 287 288 289 290 291 292 293 294 295 296 297 298 299 300 301 302 303 304 305 306 307 308 309 310 311 312 313 314 315 316 317 318 319 320 321 322 323 324 325 326 327 328 329 330 331 332 333 334 335 336 337 338 339 340 341 342 ii iii vi Guide Cover Contents One Dedication For Neetha One “He could have someone out there,” the man said, pulling back the front window curtains a tentative inch. “Watching the house right now.” He was careful not to step directly in front of the glass as he peeked outside. It was raining. Streetlights reflected in the puddles. He ran his fingers nervously through his thick, dark hair. His handsome features were undercut by the fear in his eyes. He wasn’t used to being afraid. He was unaccustomed to the role of prey. “He’ll have found someone else to do his dirty work,” he said. “Jesus, when are they going to get here?” He looked at his watch. “They’re ten minutes late. What the hell’s keeping them?” He’d been directing his comments to his wife, a reedy, auburn-haired twig of a woman who looked ready to break into several pieces. She’d made several trips back and forth to the kitchen, trying to keep busy. “Do you think they’ll want coffee?” she asked. “They’re not going to want any goddamn coffee,” he snapped. She took a seat on the flowered couch, crossed her right leg over her left, then her left over her right. Some movement on the stairs caught her eye, and she spotted the nine-year-old boy sitting on one of the upper steps, watching from between the railings. A tear running down his cheek. “Go upstairs,” she told the boy. “I want to say good—” “Go to your room and close the door,” she said, flinging her arm, pointing up. As she brought her arm back, she wiped a tear from her cheek. The boy sniffed and retreated from view, waited until his mother was no longer looking his way, then resumed his position. From where he sat, he could see the front door, the three suitcases sitting there, his father still watching the street. His mother was up again, walking around the couch, going into the kitchen. He could hear the rattling of cups, silverware. When she reappeared, her husband was still standing near the window. “Get away from there,” she said. He let the curtain fall and stepped away. “It’s not too late, Rose,” he said. “The two of you can still come. They’ve prepared the documents, in case you change your mind.” She stood behind the couch, her hands resting atop the cushions, as though using it as a barrier. Her jaw hardened and her eyes moistened. “If you’re desperate for company, why don’t you take your father?” she said. “Maybe he’d like to start all over again with you. He’s all alone.” “I can live without ever seeing him again. It’s been years. But the three of us, we belong together. Once I walk out that door, once they put me in the car, that’s it. It’s not safe,