When they were children, Sean Devine, Jimmy Marcus, and Dave Boyle were friends. But then a strange car pulled up to their street. One boy got into the car, two did not, and something terrible happened—something that ended their friendship and changed all three boys forever.
Now, years later, murder has tied their lives together again . . .
had begun to rain, spitting against Katie’s windshield, but Diane and Eve didn’t seem to notice. They both bent at the waist and looked back in through the open passenger window at Katie. The bitter drop the evening had taken in its last hour caused their faces to sag, their shoulders to droop, and Katie could feel their sadness on the side of her face as she looked through the windshield at the spitting drops. She could feel the rest of their lives weighing stilted and unhappy on top of them.
and up at the ceiling. “A father knows. Okay?” Sean decided to let it ride for now. He tossed it back to Whitey with a nod. Whitey said, “Well, what about that? Who was she seeing?” “No one at the moment,” Annabeth said. “Far as we knew.” “How about ex-boyfriends? Anyone who might be holding a grudge? Guy she dumped or something?” Annabeth and Jimmy looked at each other and Sean could feel it between them—a suspect. “Bobby O’Donnell,” Annabeth said eventually. Whitey placed his pen on his
girls went?” Dave shook his head. “Last I saw of them.” “Yeah?” Sergeant Powers’s pen hovered over the pad on his knee. Dave nodded. “Yeah.” Sergeant Powers scribbled in his pad, the pen scratching against the paper like a small claw. “Dave, you remember a guy throwing his keys at another guy?” “What?” “A guy,” Sean said, flipping through his own notebook, “name of, uh, Joe Crosby. His friends tried to take his car keys. He threw them at one of them. You know, all pissed off. You there for
years, and this doesn’t look like one.” “If it was a hit,” Maggie Mason said, “why not just blast her there in the car?” “Well, they did,” Whitey said. “I think she means more than once, Sergeant. Why not just unload?” “Gun could have jammed,” Sean said. And then to the narrowing eyes in the room, he said, “It’s something we haven’t considered. The gun jams, Katherine Marcus reacts. She knocks the guy down and takes off running.” That quieted the room for a bit, Friel thinking into the
no. So it was good seeing you. I gotta go.” “Bye.” “Bye.” Dave said, “Bye, honey,” but Celeste was already moving down the hallway and heading for the front door like she’d smelled a gas leak. Sean said, “Shit,” and looked back over his shoulder at Whitey. Whitey said, “What?” “I left my report pad in the cruiser.” Whitey said, “Oh, better go get it then.” As Sean went down the hall, he heard Dave say, “What, he can’t borrow a page from yours?” He didn’t get to hear whatever bullshit