ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
A great big thank-you goes to my ever-patient, encouraging, intelligent editor and friend, John Scognamiglio, and the wonderful folks at Kensington Publishingespecially the magnetic and magnanimous Doug Mendini. I had a terrific time visiting with everyone at Kensington in May. You guys are the greatest!
Thanks also to my wonderful agents, Meg Ruley and Christina Hogrebe, and all the fantastic folks at Jane Rotrosen Agency, with a special nod to Peggy Gordijn for making sure my books go around the world.
Another huge thank-you to my writers group pals, who weathered early drafts of this book and helped whip it into shape. John Flick, Cate Goethals, Soyon Im, David Massengill, and Garth Stein, you guys rule!
Many thanks to Garth and Seattle7Writers for all their supportwhat a great group of authors! Im honored to be associated with them.
And dont even get me started on how much I love the people at Open Road Media. Thank you, guys!
Im also grateful to all the cool folks at Levy Home Entertainment.
The list of friends who have encouraged me and pushed my books gets longer every year. Thanks to Nancy Abbe, Dan Annear and Chuck Rank, Pam Binder and the folks at PNWA, Marlys Bourm, Amanda Brooks, Kyle Bryan and Dan Monda, George Camper and Shane White, Barbara Riddle Cegielski, Jim and Barbara Church, Anna Cottle and Mary Alice Kier, the terrific Tommy Dreiling, Paul Dwoskin and the gang at Broadway Video, Tom Goodwin, Dennis and Debbie Gotlieb, Cathy Johnson, Elizabeth Kinsella, David Korabik, Stafford Lombard, Roberta Miner, Jim Munchel, Meghan ONeill, Midge Ortiz, Eva Marie Saint, those crazy kids at Seattle Mystery Bookshop, Jennie Shortridge, John Simmons, Dan, Doug and Ann Stutesman, George and Sheila Stydahar, Marc Von Borstel (who always makes me look good), and Michael Wells.
Finally, thanks again to my sensational sibs: Adele, Mary Lou, Cathy, Bill, and Joan. I love you guys like a brother.
E PILOGUE
Chris tried not to stare, but Courtneys face was still a mess. Nearly a month had gone by since Mrs. Corsons attempt at murder had left Courtney maimed and disfigured. Her blond haircoming in brown nowwas growing back, but it still didnt cover the hole and red scars where her right ear had been. She hadnt gotten her prosthetic ear yet. The patch was off her eye, but she had a painful-looking scar that ran from the outside corner of her eyelid down to the side of her cheek. She wore a bandage over her noseto cover some recent work on the scar tissue there.
Chris strolled down the hospital corridor with her. Cheesy-looking Christmas decorations festooned the hallways. In some of the rooms, Chris noticed pint-sized trees with lights and ornaments. For this visit, hed dressed up in khakis and a blue argyle sweater his mom had bought him last year.
With her mangled hand, Courtney pushed along the wheeled contraption that held her IV bag. She wore a beautiful pale pink silk robe over silvery-looking pajamas. It was odd to see her so elegantly dressed in nightclothes while her face was ravaged.
Shed transferred to a different hospital two weeks before. It was closer to the cityand a bit grimier. My mother tells people we switched because they have the best plastic surgeons here, Courtney saidover the squeaking wheels of her IV holder. But the truth is, this hospitals cheaper than the other place. Since my dad got the ax, his insurance wont cover any of this. Were majorly screwed. My mothers putting the house on the market after the first of the year.
They passed an old woman in a hospital gown, slumped over to one side in a wheelchair. God, this place is so gross. Courtney sighed. Anyway, I dont think my mothers going to have many bidders on the house. I mean, after everything thats happened on the block, who in their right mind would want to live there? God, talk about creepy. I cant believe they found that crystal meth jogger woman all chopped up in the basement shower stall next door to you.
Actually, Mrs. Corson didnt cut her up, Chris said. But I guess she thought about it. Thats what you probably read. It was part of her confession.
Thats so bizarre about her drug-addict daughter following you around.
Chris just nodded.
And then those dollhouses they found in her secret room down there, Courtney went on. I hear she had dolls of you and your stepmotherand of your mom and dad. Did you see any of them? Did the police show you?
Frowning, Chris shook his head. No, I really didnt want to see them.
She sighed. I guess if I were you, I wouldnt have wanted to see them, either.
They walked in silence for a few moments. Chris thought of all the other discoveries the police were making. Theyd arrested a twenty-seven-year-old hood named Mark Wolf Blanco, who had sold Mrs. Corson the drugs that had killed his dad. The cops said the same guy had wired Courtneys cell phone to explode.
Mrs. Corson had given the police a full confession and named names of all her accomplicesfrom Wolf Blanco to some forgery expert, and from a computer hacker to a dead hit man named Aldo Mooney, who had killed Mr. Corson, Mrs. Garvey, Chriss mom, Larry and Taylor, and apparently several others.
Of course, the most notorious discovery the police had made was the identity of the Cul-de-sac Killer, a thirty-two-year-old drifter, sometime seaman named Earl Richard Schreiber. In a special room hed built in the garage of his Crown Hill rental home, the police found an assortment of knives, guns, and ropes; several costumesfrom cop to courier; diagrams of the houses hed struck; and DEAD END and NO OUTLET signs from the cul-de-sacs hed visited. According to one article Chris read online, the police also uncovered in his secret room scores of S&M magazines, most of them dealing with bondage. Police in Portland, Sacramento, and St. Louis were now linking Schreiber to several unsolved murders in those cities.
Hed stabbed Mrs. Corson four times before Molly had stopped him.
Now, three weeks later, she was still in critical condition. They had her under police guard in a private roomin the same hospital where Courtney was staying. In fact, Mrs. Corson had been at this facility when Courtney transferred here.
Couldnt your mother have put you in another hospital? Chris asked her, wincing a bit. He knew it was a tactless question, but he had to ask it. I mean, I know Mrs. Corson is in a different wingand shes under armed guard and too weak to do anything. But Id feel weird here under the same roof as her. Id want to stay somewhere else anywhere else.
Like I said, this is the cheapest place where my mother could still tell people that we moved here for the specialists. Courtney gently touched the scar tissue where her ear used to be. Mom has to keep up appearances. Thats why she still pretends to stand right alongside my stupid father and support him. It doesnt make sense sometimes why my mother thinks she has to lie. She even lies to herself. Shes an expert at it.
Up ahead, Chris noticed a handsome, blond-haired college guy strutting down the corridor, wearing a sports jacket, denim shirt, and an expensive-looking scarf. A gawky version of him, probably a kid brother going through puberty, tagged alongside him. Mr. Handsome College Guy was carrying a small poinsettia plant. His eyes seemed to lock on Courtney for a moment, and he grimaced a little before averting his gaze.
After they passed by, Chris could hear the kid brother whisper: God, did you see her face?