My rating: 4 of 5 stars
It's the most important party of the year,the last chance for the high school seniors to get together before they go their separate ways and move on to the next chapter of their lives.A night of fun and laughter with their friends that turns into a nightmare for Megan McDonald and Nicole Cutty when they both disappear.Police launch a massive search,no clues are found and hope begins to fade but then miraculously Megan resurfaces after escaping from a bunker deep in the woods.
A year later Megan`s best selling account of her ordeal has turned her into a national celebrity but unfortunately Nicole has never been found.Nicole`s older sister Livia,a fellow in forensic pathology reaches out for Megan`s help after a body turns up in Livia`s morgue of a young man who is connected to Nicole and Megan`s past.Other girls have gone missing and Livia is certain that there is a connection between those missing girls and Megan and Nicole`s case.
The deeper Megan and Livia dig the more they realise that sometimes what you are looking for is more terrifying than you could ever realise.
The chapters alternate between the present and the months leading up the abduction of Megan and Nicole,the full story of what happened that night is revealed towards the end of the book.The twists and red herrings make you suspect any male character in the story could be the kidnapper and although I thought I had worked out who it was a couple of times I was totally wrong,I really love it when that happens.I am a huge fan of CSI and love watching true crime shows but I think i prefer to watch autopsies and forensic procedures rather than read about them.To be honest during the scenes in the lab my mind did start to wonder and at one point I was tempted to not finish the book.
I enjoyed Megan's sessions with her therapist,the gradual reveal of what happened the night of the party and the totally unexpected identity of the kidnapper.
It's a Intreguing thriller,the characters are well developed and the twists and red herrings did keep me guessing.According to the author this is not the last that we have heard from Livia Cutty and I look forward to reading her next adventure.
Many thanks to Kensington books for a arc of this book via Netgalley in exchange for a honest review.
CHAPTER EXCERPT
Emerson Bay, NC
August 20, 2016
11:22 p.m.
August 20, 2016
11:22 p.m.
Darkness had forever been part of her life.
She looked for it and flirted with it. Became quaint with it and charmed it in a way foreign to most. Morbidly of late, she convinced herself about the joys of its company. That she preferred the blackness of death to the light of existence. Until tonight. Until she stood in front of an abyss that was dead and blank in a way she had never encountered, a night sky without stars. When Nicole Cutty found herself in this chasm between life and death, she chose life. And she ran like hell.
With no flashlight, the night blinded her as she broke through the front entrance. Knowing he was just an arm’s length behind, adrenaline flooded her system and drove her for a few strides in the wrong direction until her eyes adjusted to the tarnished glow of the moon. Spotting her car, she reoriented herself and ran for it, fumbling with the handle until she ripped open the door. The keys hung from the ignition and Nicole cranked the engine, shifted into drive and stepped on the accelerator. She gave the engine too much gas and nearly sideswiped the vehicle in front of her. Her headlights brought to life the ink-black night, and from the corner of her eye she saw a flash of color from his shirt as he appeared from around the hood of the parked car in front of her. She had no time to react. She felt the thud of impact and the awful rocking of the car’s suspension as the wheels absorbed the unevenness of his body before regaining traction on the gravel road. Her response came without thought. She pushed the accelerator to the floor and twisted a tight U-turn, then raced down the narrow road leaving everything behind her.
Nicole jerked the wheel as she skidded onto the main road, swaying in the driver’s seat as the fishtail settled and ignoring the speedometer as it climbed past 80 mph. She flexed her arm from where he’d grabbed her, a deep purple bruise already forming, while her eyes bounced from the windshield to the rearview mirror. Two miles went by before she eased off the four-cylinder and the whine quieted down. Being free gave her no relief. Too much had happened to believe fleeing could make the problems of tonight disappear. She needed help.
As she turned onto the access road that led back to the beach, Nicole ticked off the people she couldn’t ask. Her brain worked that way, in the negative. Before deciding who could assist her, she mentally crossed off the people who would do her harm. Her parents were at the top of the list. The police, a close second. Her friends were possibilities, but they were soft and hysterical and Nicole knew they would panic before she explained even a fraction of what had transpired tonight. Her mind churned, ignoring the only real possibility until she had ruled out all others.
Nicole paused at the stop sign, rolled through it while she grabbed her phone. She needed her sister. Livia was older and smarter. Rational in a way Nicole was not. If she dismissed the last stretch of their lives and ignored the distance between them, Nicole knew she could trust Livia with her life. And even if she wasn’t sure about this, she had no other options.
She stuck the phone to her ear and listened to it ring while tears rolled down her cheeks. It was close to midnight. She was a block from the beach party.
“Pick up, pick up, pick up. Please, Livia!”
THE ESCAPE
2 Weeks Later
2 Weeks Later
Emerson Bay Forest
September 3, 2016
11:54 p.m.
September 3, 2016
11:54 p.m.
She pulled the burlap from her head and gasped for air. It took time for her eyes to adjust while amorphous shapes danced in her vision and the blackness faded. She listened for his presence but all she heard was the splattering rain outside. Dropping the burlap bag to the ground, she tiptoed to the bunker door. Surprised to see it opened a crack, she put her face to the crevasse between the door and the frame and looked out into the dark forest as rain pelted the trees. She imagined a camera lens trained tightly on her eyeball as she peered through the splinter in the door, and then the camera’s focus backing out in a slow reverse zoom that captured first the door, then the bunker, then the trees and eventually a satellite view of the entire forest. She felt small and weak from this mental picture of herself, all alone in a bunker sunk deep in the woods.
She questioned whether this was a test. If she pushed through the door and stepped into the woods, there was the chance he would be waiting for her. But if the open door and the moment free from her shackle were an oversight, it was his first misstep and the only opportunity she’d had in the last two weeks. This was the first moment she found herself untethered from the wall of her cellar.
With her hands trembling and still bound in front of her, she pushed open the door. The hinges creaked into the night before the slapping rain overwhelmed their whine. She waited a moment, held back by fear. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to think, tried to push away her grogginess brought on by the sedatives. The hours of darkness from the cellar came back to her and flashed in her mind like a lightning storm. So, too, did the promise she made to herself that if an opportunity for escape appeared, she’d take it. She decided days before that she’d rather die fighting for her freedom than walk like a lamb to the slaughter.
With her hands trembling and still bound in front of her, she pushed open the door. The hinges creaked into the night before the slapping rain overwhelmed their whine. She waited a moment, held back by fear. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to think, tried to push away her grogginess brought on by the sedatives. The hours of darkness from the cellar came back to her and flashed in her mind like a lightning storm. So, too, did the promise she made to herself that if an opportunity for escape appeared, she’d take it. She decided days before that she’d rather die fighting for her freedom than walk like a lamb to the slaughter.
She took a hesitant step out of the bunker, into the thick and heavy rain that ran in cold steaks down her face. She took a moment to bathe in the downpour, to let the water clear the fogginess from her mind. Then, she ran.
The forest was dark and the rain torrent. With tape binding her wrists, she tried to deflect the branches that whipped her face. She stumbled on a log and fell into the slippery leaves before forcing herself up again. She had counted the days and thought she’d been missing for twelve. Maybe thirteen. Stuck in a dark cellar where her captor stowed her and fed her, she may have missed a day when fatigue sent her into a long stretch of sleep. Tonight, he moved her to the forest. Dread had overwhelmed her as she bounced in the trunk, and a nauseous feeling told her the end was near. But now freedom was in front of her, somewhere beyond this forest and the rain and this night, she might find her way home.
She ran blindly, taking erratic turns that stole from her all sense of direction. Finally, she heard the roar of a semi truck as its wheels splashed through the wet pavement. Breathing heavily, she sprinted towards the noise and up an embankment that led to the two-lane highway. In the distance, the truck’s red taillights sped on, fading with each second.
She stumbled into the middle of the road and on wobbly legs chased the lights as though she might catch them. The rain pelted her face and matted her hair and drenched her ratty clothing. Barefoot, she continued in a push-slap, push-slap gait brought on by the deep gash on her right foot—suffered during her frantic march through the forest—which trickled a crooked line of blood behind her that the storm worked to erase. Driven by panic that he would come from the forest, she willed herself on with the sensation that he was near, ready to fast step behind her and pull the sac over her head and bring her back to the cellar with no windows.
Dehydrated and hallucinating, she thought her eyes were deceiving her when she saw it. A tiny white light far off in the distance. She staggered toward it until the light splintered in two and grew in size. She stayed in the middle of the road and waved her bound hands over her head.
The car slowed as it approached, flashed its high beams to illuminate her standing in the road in wet clothes and no shoes, with scratches covering her face and dripping blood down her neck to dye her T-shirt red.
The car stopped, wipers throwing water to each side. The driver’s door opened.
The car stopped, wipers throwing water to each side. The driver’s door opened.
“Are you okay?” the man yelled over the roar the storm.
“I need help,” she said.
They were the first words she’d spoken in days, her voice raspy and dry. The rain, she finally noticed, tasted wonderful.
The man walked closer, recognized her. “Good god. The whole state’s been looking for you.” He took her under his arm and led her to the car, carefully seating her in the front passenger seat.
“Go!” she said. “He’s coming, I know it.”
The man raced around to the other side, shifting the car into drive before his door was closed. He dialed 911 as he sped along Highway 57.
“Where’s your friend?” he asked.
The girl looked at him. “Who?”
“Nicole Cutty. The other girl who was taken.”
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