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Tommy has always been an open book. It\u2019s why people like him. When his drug use went to the harder stuff, people said that Tommy went away. I didn\u2019t hang around him any by then. He was older, at college most of the time an hour away, and running with a totally different crowd. It wasn\u2019t my fault, but standing in front of him, I wonder if I could have done anything.<\/p>\n

Called him or something. \u201cI\u2019m proud of you, man,\u201d I say. \u201cSeriously.\u201d Most guys would blow that compliment off, but not Tommy. \u201cThanks, Jude. I appreciate that.\u201d He looks down at his feet and shifts the mop from one hand to the other. \u201cNot everyone is so understanding. Once a junkie, always a junkie. I get it.\u201d Despite his best attempt, Tommy can\u2019t hide all the scorn of that comment.<\/p>\n

The anger is a little un-Tommy-like. At least the Tommy I used to know. He looks up at me, and his expression is somber. \u201cI did some stuff. Stole from friends, family.\u201d He sniffs. \u201cThat crowd that\u2019s still using, some call me, want to hang even though they know I\u2019m trying to kick, others want .<\/p>\n

. .\u201d he hesitates, and I see a brief yet powerful glint of rage, \u201cmore than they should.\u201d Tommy smiles at me awkwardly. Tommy, the open book, almost said too much. And I wonder what \u201cmore than they should\u201d means. I hate myself for it, but I wonder if it\u2019s possible Tommy did try to kill Hanna, but for something other than being Hanna\u2019s half brother. Could it be because of his entanglements with the drug world?<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, we gonna beat Chapel tonight?\u201d Tommy asks, changing the subject and interrupting my mental gymnastics. \u201cThat\u2019s the plan,\u201d I say. It\u2019s hard for me to imagine Tommy Davis trying to kill anyone, much less Hanna. But that glimpse of rage . . . I shake the thought away. \u201cYou coming tonight?\u201d I ask. Tommy grins and he\u2019s the old Tommy again.<\/p>\n

The one incapable of murder. \u201cCome on. You know I won\u2019t miss it. What else is a twenty-year- old single guy living with his parents going to do on Friday night?\u201d<\/p>\n

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More from CamCat Books A Misfortune of Lake Monsters More Spine-tingling Reads from CamCat Books CamCat Books OceanofPDF.com CamCat Publishing, LLC Fort Collins, Colorado 80524 camcatpublishing.com This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. \u00a9 2024 by Jeff Wooten All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.<\/p>\n

For information, address CamCat Publishing, LLC, 1281 East Magnolia Street, #D1032, Fort Collins, CO 80524. Hardcover ISBN 9780744307597 Paperback ISBN 9780744307658 Large-Print Paperback ISBN 9780744307672 eBook ISBN 9780744307665 Audiobook ISBN 9780744307689 Library of Congress Control Number: 2023940752 Cover and book design by Olivia Hammerman Artwork courtesy of Pixabay.com 5 3 1 2 4 OceanofPDF.com For Martha, who never wavered, even when I did. OceanofPDF.com Kill Call: In American football, a predetermined call the quarterback makes to \u201ckill\u201d the play at the line of scrimmage in order to run a previously determined call best suited for the defense being played.<\/p>\n

\u201cSuccess isn\u2019t measured by money or power or social rank. Success is measured by your discipline and inner peace.\u201d \u2013Mike Ditka OceanofPDF.com O CHAPTER ONE n August 12 at one thirty-two in the morning, Hanna Smith is going to die. Nine days. That\u2019s all she has. She stands less than a hundred yards from me, texting in front of Markle\u2019s, a designer jeans store.<\/p>\n

Two bags stuffed with clothes hang from the crook of her left arm, a huge purse on her right. She\u2019s in workout clothes, and her long blond hair is pulled back in a ponytail. She\u2019s seventeen and goes to Miller\u2019s Chapel. I go to Bedford with the rest of the public school kids. It\u2019s Thursday afternoon, and the mall is packed. People swarm around me as I sit on a bench in the middle of the promenade.<\/p>\n

Somewhere a baby is crying. I feel ya, kid. I don\u2019t want to be here. It feels way too stalkerish. That\u2019s not what I am. This whole thing feels wrong, but Dad says it\u2019s important, so here I am, trying to be cool. I don\u2019t feel cool. I feel like I have a huge spotlight on my head and everyone is staring.<\/p>\n

Only no one is actually staring at me. I\u2019m not antisocial, but crowds put me on edge. I\u2019ve always been like this, but I\u2019ve wondered in the last few months if it isn\u2019t also, partly, because of what I am. Since the Dream, I\u2019ve been second-guessing my entire life.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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