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For my husband, Who has never once tried to murder me in all the years we’ve been together
I’m terrified that the moment I get her alone, I will wrap my fingers around her pretty, white neck and squeeze the life out of her.
I’m willing to risk death just to get away from this guy.
I wonder what it’s like to cut into a person with a scalpel. To feel their skin separate under my hand. To see their insides.
Truth be told, I’ve only kissed a girl once, and I didn’t even want to do it. She kissed me. Except the only people who know about that are me and her. And now just me.
“Nothing wrong with killing someone if he deserves it.”
There is something about walking into a church that makes me very uneasy.
I will never kill a flower ever again.
I didn’t think anyone saw that. I didn’t think anyone knew except for me and Brandi, and then just me. Now, apparently, Alison knows too. This is a problem.
I realize that I will never be as happy again as I am at this moment. I try to remember it and savor it, because very soon things are going to get really bad.
as we clink our glasses together, I wonder if it’s possible that Tom could be my someday.
I can’t let them know I’m the guy they’ve been looking for.
I’d do anything for her. Anything
I have never hated him quite as much as I do when I plunge the blade of the knife deep into his gut.
And that’s when I realize I’ve got two options: Get my father to a hospital so they can save his life. Finish him off. It’s not a hard decision. I’ve done it in my dreams a million times before.
“You will never hurt her again,” I say. Those are the last words he hears before I cut his throat.
It’s only after I get home that I realize Tom never gave me back my bloody shirt.
I know exactly how to cut my father’s throat.
It’s hard not to be bothered by the fact that Slug is so good at this. And Slug isn’t good at anything
I enjoyed watching him die. It was one of the best moments of my life.
He’s in love with a dead girl.
Alison Danzinger is missing.
Even more disturbing is the fact that he feels like kissing me after what he’s been doing all day.
One thing is very clear—Tom is not willing to tell me the truth.
Both of our lives are going to change for the better. Well, as long as I don’t get caught.
I am the mystery “boyfriend” who was meeting Brandi the night she was killed, but as far as I know, the chief isn’t aware of that. The only other person who knew is Alison, and she’s gone.
“Even the night before, I was at the museum half the night working on it!”
“It’s not right that I only get to see you through a window.”
I can never tell anyone that Randy doesn’t have an alibi for the night of Bonnie’s murder.
in my heart I know that Tom will never ask me to live with him.
“Slug was peeping at Brandi through her window,”
“And she’s not the first girl he’s peeped at. A few others came forward too.”
I wonder what Daisy’s blood would look like spilling out of her throat.
I had been so intent on watching Daisy, I didn’t know that somebody was watching me.
Tom has been communicating with me on a burner phone.
This phone is solely for interacting with me.
“The past is the past. You can’t change it.”
“Sometimes you can make it right though.”
“Daisy is a problem,” he says.
Probably the ONLY problem.
It’s the same thing he said about Alison, just hours before she was murdered.
“You’re my best friend, Tom, but I’m not going to jail because you can’t manage to do what needs to be done.”
he had a very dark aura around him. It was extremely unsettling for me.”
Even Arlene knew my boyfriend was a creep.
Tom is still staring at Randy. It is the strangest thing. Does he think he recognizes him from somewhere?
the bag is filled with locks of long hair. At least half a dozen of them. And each one is tied together with a different-color ribbon.
Randy is the killer.
Yeah..
NOPE
I swear to God, Daisy, you better not hurt her.”
