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Authors: Sara Hantz

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Chapter Forty-four

Pulling open the closet, I notice the can of beer at the bottom. I lean over and pick it up, turning it in my hand. How easy would it be to pull back the ring and open it? It’s tempting. Anything to help me face today. To stop me from freaking out. One won’t hurt.

I step back and drop down onto my bed, all the time my eyes fixed on the can. I position my finger over the ring-pull and am just about to pull on it when I remember the promise I made to myself about drinking. Social drinking, fine. Drinking to try and numb my feelings, not fine. So, instead, I take some deep breaths. Today’s gonna be hard, but that’s okay. I’m ready for it. Ready to face Dad again. And I don’t need a drink to deal with it. I don’t need a drink to deal with anything anymore.

The police will be here in a few minutes to take us. Mom’s coming with. Not to speak to Dad. She’ll never do that, and I don’t blame her. She’s just coming for support, and Amy’s staying with Summer.

“Jed,” I hear Mom calling. “Detective Spalding’s here.”

“Down in a minute.”

I take one last look in the mirror, no longer seeing Dad in my reflection but me as a person in my own right, then I leave my room and head downstairs.

I sit in the back of the police car with Mom, and as we drive down the street, she takes hold of my hand.

“Are you sure about this?” she asks softly. “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

When I think back to the last time, when I nearly changed my mind a dozen times, this feels so different. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking forward to it. Fuck no. But it’s not screwing with my head so much. It could just be that, because I’ve been to the prison before, that’s not gonna be such a shock. Or maybe it’s that I’m in a very different head space now. Living in the present and not letting myself get sucked into second-guessing what the future has in store. Whatever, I won’t be backing out. And I won’t be leaving until Dad’s told me everything.

“I’m sure. I can’t take back what he’s done, but I can help other families with missing children. Give them closure. I have to do this for them.”

“I’m so proud of you,” she says, squeezing my hand.

We sit in silence for the rest of the journey, and as we pull into the parking lot, I draw in some calming breaths. I tell myself that, whatever he says, however he looks, this time, I’m not going to lose it.

I follow Detective Spalding to the same room I saw Dad in the last time, leaving Mom in the waiting area. She wanted to come and wait outside the room, but I said no. She doesn’t need to hear everything. It would upset her too much.

“Same as before, Jed,” Spalding says. “We need as much information as you can get. And if it’s too much, just holler. I’ll be right here.” He smiles and nods encouragingly.

“Okay. Let’s get it over with,” I say trying to sound confident.

My heart is thumping crazily in my chest, and beads of sweat form on my forehead, which I quickly wipe away with the back of my hand. I don’t want Dad to see me looking anything other than calm and in control. I remember what Summer said the last time about how, when she goes to the dentist, she acts like it’s not her, just an objective observer. And that’s what I’m going to do.

Spalding holds open the door, and I walk through, not letting the sound of it closing and locking behind me make any sort of visible impact. Not looking at Dad, rather focusing on a spot on the wall above him, I stride over and pull out a chair and sit down, keeping my hands in my lap and not on the table in case he tries to touch me. Then, and only then, do I allow my eyes to focus on him. As a detached observer, I notice something arrogant about him. The look on his face. The way in which he’s sitting straight and leaning back slightly. It’s like he thinks he’s got something on me because I came back. But he’s wrong.

“Dad,” I say, this time initiating the conversation.

“Jed. Good to see you.” He smiles.

My expression remains neutral. And, all the time, my eyes stay fixed on him. You’d think he’d show some sort of remorse in his face. Something. But no. It’s like this is just a casual visit.

I have all the questions the police want answered swirling around my head. I don’t really know where to start. If I ask outright how many more children and where they are, he might dig his heels in. Maybe I should lead into those.

“Are you going to change your plea now that I’m here?”

I lean forward slightly, still keeping my hands away from the table and still trying not to show any emotion on my face.

“What makes you think that?” Dad asks a few seconds later after breaking eye contact and looking around the room.

Surely, he can’t have forgotten his agreement with the police. Dad never forgets anything. He’s trying to play with me. But I won’t let him.

“We know you did it. Your souvenirs are proof enough of that.” I roll my eyes toward the ceiling before I’m able to check myself. But so what? If that’s the only emotion I show, then I’m okay with it.

“Inadmissible evidence,” he says, his lips turning up in a slight smile.

Something the police did in the search, I should think. How do these lawyers sleep at night, trying to get someone like him off?

“I’ll testify. I’ll tell the court that you told me you were driven to it. Just like your father did to you. Why do you have to put these families through any more than they’ve been through? Admit you’ve done it. And tell the police where all the other bodies are.”

It’s like, suddenly, I’ve cracked through his façade, and he no longer looks in control. He lowers his head.

“Just one more,” he says softly, raising his eyes to look at me. “My first.” He looks wistful, almost. It’s just fucking sick. Screwed up and sick. “Henry Lu.”

My breath catches in my throat, and I stare at him. Yeah, so he’s my biological father. But that’s where the similarity ends. I don’t care what he’s done. What my grandfather did. Deep in my heart, I know that I’m not going to turn out like that.

“Souvenir?” I ask, it suddenly entering my head that there wasn’t one for this boy in the box the police found.

“What?” Dad says, frowning.

“You kept hair from the other boys. What do you have of Henry’s?”

I’m not sure I really want to know the answer to this, but if it helps the boy’s family, or helps the police investigation, then it’s worth knowing.

“Nothing. I don’t need one. He was the first, and it’s all in here.” He points to his head.

My stomach churns, and I try not to think of all the things he did to the kid.

“Where is he?” I ask in a monotone voice.

“Buried deep. Not like the others. In Drayton Park Lake, near Tucson.”

I stand, turn, and head for the door, knocking on it hard. “I’m done.”

Chapter Forty-five

Jared Nathanial Franklin

Age seventeen.

Mother Claire, sister Amy.

Tousled dark brown hair brushing his collar.

Maniac runner.

Freckles on nose.

Intense brown eyes.

Six feet one inch tall.

Neat freak.

Favorite rock band: U2.

Hates Hawaiian pizza.

Friends: Troy and Dawson.

Girlfriend: Summer.

Benjamin Franklin’s son; no longer a victim.

Alive

Acknowledgments

This book would not exist without the help of my fabulous critique partners, Amanda Ashby and Christina Phillips, who helped me take the idea in my head and turn it into a reality. Also, Vanessa Barneveld and Wendy Toliver, thanks for your valuable input.

Thank you agent Amy Tipton for your unwavering belief in my book and working so hard on getting it out there.

To everyone at Entangled Publishing, I’m so grateful to you for taking a chance on my book. I particularly want to thank Shannon Godwin, Liz Pelletier, and Stacy Abrams for your incredibly insightful edits. I’d also like to mention the publicity department, Heather Riccio and Jamie Arnold, for your hard work in promoting my book. And thank you, also, Kelley York for designing such a phenomenal cover, which is better than anything I could have ever imagined.

A special mention to Louise Hadland, my oldest friend, for never changing no matter how much time lapses between seeing each other.

Finally, to my husband Garry and children Alicia and Marcus, thanks for all your support and understanding.

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