Safe Keeping. Barbara Taylor Sissel
Читать онлайн.| Название | Safe Keeping |
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| Автор произведения | Barbara Taylor Sissel |
| Жанр | Контркультура |
| Серия | MIRA |
| Издательство | Контркультура |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9781472094445 |
At the heart of every crime, there’s a family…
My son is a murderer.… So begins this chilling and emotionally charged mystery from highly acclaimed author Barbara Taylor Sissel.
Emily Lebay had always thought of her family as ordinary. Sure, they’ve endured their share of problems, even a time of great trouble—what family hasn’t? But when a woman’s body turns up in the dense woods near their home, and Emily’s grown son, Tucker, is accused of murder, Emily is forced to confront the unfathomable, and everything she believed about her life is called into question.
This isn’t the first time Tucker has been targeted by the police; a year ago he was a person of interest when another woman was found dead in the same stretch of woods. Still, neither Emily nor her daughter, Lissa, can reconcile their Tucker with these brutal crimes. Terrified, convinced there’s been a tragic mistake, Emily and Lissa set out to learn the truth about Tucker, once and for all. And while his life hangs in the balance, what they discover proves far more shocking than their darkest fears.…
Also by Barbara Taylor Sissel
EVIDENCE OF LIFE
Safe Keeping
Barbara Taylor Sissel
For my sister Susan and my brother John.
And in memory of our parents, gone so soon.
Contents
A Conversation with the Author
1
MY SON IS a murderer.
The words hovered in Emily’s mind.
She said them aloud, “My son is a murderer.”
But they sounded no more believable than when they were rattling around in her head. Why did her mind do this? Why did it conjure up the worst of her fears? One that was neither logical nor possible? So far, like Tucker, the girl, Jessica Sweet, was only missing, not dead, and whatever more dire connection might exist between them was a figment of Emily’s overactive imagination, the result of too little sleep and too much worry. It was the uncertainty that was killing her. If only she could know Tucker was safe.
She stared over the foot of the bed, beyond the circle of lamplight, into new morning light that was as pale as a milky eye. Behind the closed bathroom door, the sound of the shower was a muted hiss. The sharp crease of light on the floor under the door assured her Roy was in there performing his morning routine. Even in retirement, he was a man of routine, of habits that were as predictable as moonrise.
Heart thudding, she looked at the telephone on the nightstand near her elbow and then at the bathroom door. Was she prepared for what would happen if she went through with it, if she dialed 9-1-1? Was there time before Roy was finished? The sound of the shower clattered in her ears. She lifted the cordless receiver from its base.
Impossibly his fingers closed over her wrist. “Don’t, Em.”
Her gaze bounced. A breath went down hard. “Someone has to—”
“No.”
“Tucker’s been gone almost two weeks, Roy. It’s not like him.”
“What do you mean? He pulls this stunt all the time, his damn disappearing act, and the hell with us left behind to worry.”
“But never for this long. I think we should call the police.”
“No,” Roy repeated.
“What if he’s been in an accident?” Emily asked. “What if he got mugged or someone took him? He could be lying somewhere hurt.” Her voice picked up speed; it caught on her panic. “He could have amnesia.”
“You’re making yourself crazy.” Roy sat beside her. “He’s making us both crazy.” Emily started to answer, but Roy talked over her. “He’s thirty-four years old, for Christ’s sake, a grown man. Why is